" Well, don't worry too much about it," I tried to cheer her up. "I'm glad I got to share that with you, but I think I'm more of a pussy man than an ...ss man."She giggled, "Glad to hear it, it really hurt, but also felt good getting poked in a different." Maybe I'll try it next," Katey chirped in from inside the shower.We all laughed and I took their washcloths as they got out to towel dry while I left them and went into the basement to wash the offending bloody linens. After the washer was. She is the world’s worst sloppy dresser and can’t even puther lipstick on correctly. She might be able to instantlyfind forty-two different ways to put on mascara in herresearch books but the way that she looked every day thatI saw her at work, shows that she doesn’t know shit aboutmaking herself look presentable. I’ve seen whores withbetter color coordination and more up-to-date hairstyles. Ithurt me to know that you left me for her.”Bryan’s voice became. We got back to our spot. I said, "You might be thinking more about why we shouldn't kill you than whining about rights or innocence. Who are you?"He took a big gulp. "I'm Eddie Moss. I was going along with them. Joe was our leader." He pointed at "Rights." He continued. "Joe wanted to raid. I am guilty because I went along. I don't know how we were going to keep living. We had some women. They should be rescued. One of them was Jim's wife though Joe made her be shared with the rest of us. I. " "Excellent idea. I don't want to lose you, either." Lynn is quiet for a couple of minutes. I can tell that she has something else that she wants to say, but is afraid to say it. “There are some things I want, but they are totally unfair.” Lynn is clearly nervous. I bend over and kiss her cheek. “Don’t worry about being fair, just tell me.” “I want to have Jim and maybe other men, but I don't want to share you with other women. I want you to be faithful to me." "I don't want other women. It.