“Daphne?” He called out after a painful silence.Daphne Macron’s slender hand raised just above the crown of her straight blonde hair. She wiggle... her athletic hips on the hard seat to get more comfortable. “The actual quote is ‘heaven hath no rage like love to hatred turned... ‘“ She stopped to tuck a strand of golden hair behind her creamy ear. “Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. It’s from William Congreve’s play The Morning Bride.” She settled back into her seat, eyes wandering to each of. They had decided for her to take the job so that she could take advantage of the medical student loan repayment program by going into an underserved area. The decision had paid off greatly. And, Teresa Pierre rather liked living there. Now, Joe had two daughters, Alia and Maryam, and had been residing here for almost 25 years. He had extracted a promise from his wife that they could retire in Florida, but more and more he was thinking they should just move to Belize instead.The five-foot-eight,. 'Do you like that?' asked Selena huskily. She had twisted about slightly to ensure that she was now peeing directly into Suzanne's open hand. Droplets of piss bounced into the air, catching the light from the corridor and glistening like dew drops for precious milliseconds before splattering down over the piss soaked cushion. 'God, yes,' whispered back Suzanne. She had never felt another woman's piss on her flesh. The sensation was literally almost orgasmic. 'Do you have any left for me?'. ”I blushed and nodded and walked past her to the back of the bus. I sat down and looked closely at the back of the seat ahead of me, which was pristine, and leaned forward to take a nap. I decided that that was a bad idea, as whatever the fates had in store for me tempting them was stupid, so I leaned back in the corner of the seat and dozed for a while.I was awakened when the bus stopped at my stop. I got up and slinked toward the front of the bus. The driver said, “I need to check. The.