She wants more of him, more of herself. Licking her lips and sweeping back her hair, she curves a finger inward, pushing through her wet lips, and sin...ing it inside of her as if it was his stiff cock. Gnawing at her bottom lip as she slides her glossy finger in and out, she aches out his name in her head, “Anson… oh, fuck.”Lights flash behind her closed eyes like flares of electricity. Lianna is long lost to the time and place, unaware of the stations the subway stops at and passes, or the. Chuck arrived right on time, my husband had just finished grilling the steaks and I had set the table with everything else. We spent all of dinner chatting and breaking the ice getting to know each other. I knew things were going well since Chuck was checking me out every chance he got. After dinner we went to the living room for after dinner relaxation. My husband pulled out a game he had gotten that I did not know about. It was a cheesy truth or dare game where you draw a card and do what is. I have two external walls, both running with water. The dampness stifles the room and leaves everything wet, including the bed. The owner of the B and B crams as many 'guests' in as he can. I have to vacate the room during the day, as if I'd stay there any longer than I have to.As it's Monday, I visit the jobcentre. A pointless exercise, but if I don't go there every week my support cheque gets stopped and I would have to leave the 'comfort' of my room. Comfort, ha! As usual, I am told that. You're the only good thing left in my failure of a life."Oddly I felt better for having got it all off my chest, perhaps suicide wasn't the way to go, it certainly didn't sound quite so appealing all of a sudden."Why the hell didn't you tell me all this before I left?" she asked as she sat on the edge of the bed."Because I knew you'd want to stay and look after me." I sighed "You've got your own life to lead and looking after an idiot like me wouldn't make that a very pleasant life now would.