Pritchard's plan to break me down. But knowing thatdidn't make it easier to take.My outside observer examined my situation logically, and concluded,"A...an, old friend, you can't move or talk, and you're recovering frommajor surgery. You're stuck for now. Relax. Sleep. Cooperate untilyou're healed and they let you move around. Then strike. Escape if youcan. If you can't, kill yourself, and take some of them with you."Meanwhile my animal brain was screaming, "GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!NOW!!"My. “Maybe there are pissed about what we did.”“Hey, I was just asking,” he says, waving his hands defensively in the air. “How long do we have?”“Not long,” she says peering out the door into the main room.Spencer looks past her and doesn’t see the laptop or any other evidence of their being there or proof of the place being a safe house. “Alright,” he says with a shrug. “What’s the plan?”Julie turns around and smiles. “We go through them and out the back.”Spencer is displeased and his face shows. I love Clyde but when we're mad we do stupid things. I had told Ralph about Clyde going fishing and he told me he overheard Clyde ask the bar slut to go with him. I was hurt, and maybe even wanted to get even. I don't know. I was so confused. On that horrible Saturday, Clyde left and didn't even kiss me goodbye. The kids got up and asked to go to my mom's for the day. It left me alone in the house to think about what Clyde was doing. Then Ralph showed up at my door. I asked him what he was. After eating her pussy several times I learned her formula for forcing orgasms out of her. I further experimented using my fingers – which she preferred more than my tongue. Even with her friend s in the next room, late at night, I’d experiment penetrating her with my fingers, and thrumming her G-spot watching her reactions. Often I’d feel her losing control and biting down on the pillows to keep from letting out noises her friends could hear. She was never satisfied with the oral or digital.