Joanne found Constance wonderfully eccentric. No more so when she learned a tone from her supposed rival, an excitability which signaled sexual need. ...t seemed like Constance would go in heat once every month like an animal and need to be fucked. Joanne actually found it admirable that Jonathon always seemed able to quell that need. Her older female friends often complained of their husbands’ lack of interest in them sexually, that more and more time happened between fucks. But it had been her. She was hot, he could feel her heat through her pants. He knew she was on a mission.He effortlessly picked her up and turned 90 degrees heading for the bedroom. The others present now forgotten. They can take care of themselves. She had a moment of weakness on the way down that long hall. For a moment she laughed nervously, even struggled a little. Thoughts of being released and maybe having a drink or running away flashed through her mind. But she is a strong willed person. She wrapped her. They're friends with Mrs Banks and agreed to take me in.Now I'm being taken away to another life for good, away from my friends, my neighborhood and my family. Family isn't quite the right word. I was more than happy to leave that place. After my big sister Julie left three years ago, my mother started to drink even more and most days she slept on the couch, oblivious to everything and everyone around her. It wasn't a home any more.The day Julie told me, that she would leave, the image of the. I was trying to look everywhere at once because it was my first venture into the world that JC used to inhabit. Bob chuckled and led me to the bar."Innkeeper, a flagon of your most quaffable elixir for my young friend and me," Bob said regally.The harried looking barman raised his eyebrows, gave Bob a mock salute and pulled a bottle off the shelf behind him. He put the bottle on the bar between Bob and me then produced two lead crystal glasses with a flourish while still keeping one hand firmly.