If you ask me, it has to be consensual, right?’ She was glad he did not wait for a reply before going on; she was not sure she could have spoken pas... the ball of rage in her throat. ‘ Fine. Which do you want first?? ‘I don’t understand?- Again she howled as the switch whistled in across her bare buttocks once again. ‘Do you want it in your cunt or your ass, first. I’d recommend cunt first; less likely to get infections than if I push a shitty dick into you.’ She was dumbstruck for a. Men are very stupid and we just need to use your natural strengths now.” I wasn’t there, but Rosie told Katie and Katie told me, so it’s not exact but he did hit those major points. Basically, use sex to sell and show off your body a little more, you’re not an old maid. Now I got to enjoy that part because Rosie had to buy a new wardrobe for work and who does she consult? That’s right, my wife! So I get to see all the phone pics she sends as she plays dress up in store changing rooms and asks. " When?" came the plaintive question.Darlene responded with spatial and temporal coordinates that it would take a robot mind to easily decode, but which were also completely exact. Lucy understood them easily."Your name is Darlene," Lucy announced.Darlene nodded."But you were shorter, less full figured, and with light blue eyes, among your other distinguishing features. And you didn't wear heels that tall. I think you were unable to at the time." You are correct about the heels. And I got green. I still want to hold your hand everywhere, at home, in public, during sex and while we sleep. I have so many questions that will have to remain unanswered. This loss, the slow grind of acceptance, is terrible. You fill my thoughts and my heart hurts. I wish for a different outcome. Crazy thoughts shoot through my head, bouncing off memories of you. What if I’d called sooner? I should have sent more little positive messages. I should have just asked permission to visit. If I had, you’d still.