’ Feeling sorry for myself, I’m jealous of the rich who have everything as opposed to the poor who have nothing. When it comes to automobiles, esp...cially when it comes to automobiles, as if looking through a restaurant window and watching people eat a meal that equals my food budget for a month, I watch them drive by in their BMW’s and Mercedes, cars that I can’t afford to own. Instead of going to the university for English, I should have taken political science. I should have gone to law. He reached out to steady her arm, as she slowly raised each foot. He pulled the skirt free from her feet, throwing it down the steps. Sandra jumped when she felt his rough hands yank her pee soaked panties down over her hips. A small shiver passed though her as the cool air wafted up her damp thighs as her panties descended down her legs, leaving her feel totally exposed and vulnerable to her assailant. When he applied pressure to the back of her knees, she was reluctantly forced to lift each. She should be the one eating the god-damned whole-grain pretzels and Girl Scout cookies. She should be home with me, in our bed, making love slowly, fucking wildly, or giggling as I play connect-the-freckles with my fingertips, lips, and tongue. She should be in my car, singing along, not entirely on-key, with some cheery tune blaring from the radio. She should be sitting sideways on one end of our couch, her long denim-clad legs extended, with her always-cold feet tucked in beneath my leg,. Few people realized the feelings of a blind person walking into strange settings. He held out the bottle of wine, the sound of her voice as provocative as he remembered. "The wine," he said with a smile."So, you did remember," she said, admiring the absolutely perfect knot of his tie and the neat cut of his starched white collar."Of course. Didn't you think I would?" he continued to smile."Oh... men are sometimes forgetful," Carol said with a soft lilt to her voice. She took the bottle from.