Every nerve and fibre in my being is focused, from my nipples to my clitoris, sending mixed and confusing signals, my body a mess, my cervix dipping a...d sucking involuntarily, both my eggs awaiting in my fallopian tubes for the final creative penetration to wriggle inside and close off forever any other attempt.I groan deeply, as if from my very soul, my body finds a flexible lucidity to allow his cock to go as deep as is possible, my vaginal muscles ache as they encompass his shaft and hold. " But why are you so sure of his being the winner of the Jockey Club prize?" Was not the winning horse entered by the name of Vampa?" What of that?" Why, do you not recollect the name of the celebrated bandit by whom I was made prisoner?" Oh, yes." And from whose hands the count extricated me in so wonderful a manner?" To be sure, I remember it all now." He called himself Vampa. You see, it's evident where the count got the name." But what could have been his motive for sending the cup to me?". The lake home seemed perfect for me as I reinvented myself all over again.The mini estate turned out to be a spur of the moment purchase made by Andrea when she decided to consider life without me in her immediate circle. When I met the neighbors on the south side of the property, they informed me that the former occupants were, “not OUR kind of people.” That meant I wasn’t their kind of people either, a fact I was quite content to embrace. Stuck up snobs didn’t impress me, and their joy at. They dived into a bar and Carol got in some drinks, something to warm her from the inside to not only dispel the cold of the night, but also the cold loneliness of waiting on the street – waiting to be used. Sara sipped at her drink and felt herself slowly regaining her life. Once again she felt as if she were coming out of a dream, not a pleasant dream of innocence but a nightmare of frightening reality. Carol sat next to her and was chattering away words of reassurance that Sara allowed to.