I hit the mute button to the TV. It was enough so that I could hear every word that she spoke to whomever was on the other end of the call."Hey, what ...re you doing?" she asked... a moment of silence, "No, God I can't stand living with her anymore. She's such a bitch. I can't wait to get out of here next week. Can you believe that she is trying to force me to pay the whole month's rent? I told her I would but she's not getting another dime out of me."I listened as she continued to bitch and moan. Read Laura, Chapters 1 and 2 to get the whole story.)I lived with Laura three days before we decided to find a slightly larger apartment and move in together. We had to do that to see if we could handle being in each other's face all the time. It was unlike living with any other chick I had lived with. It was as if we craved each other's bodies. Walking down the hall in opposite directions our hands would automatically reach out to brush the other's crotch. In the kitchen, if she was reaching. In very little time at all he was back out, trailed by two very dirty boys who were probably around Tory's age. While they started to unload the cart of its charcoal sacks, the collier pointed for him and his sister to grab the two boxes of birch bark tar, while he hoisted the large barrel of birch bark oil over his shoulder.Crossing the lower courtyard, he led them to a series of shops situated against the inner castle wall. "I'll take this in to the leatherworker. Tory, you take yours in to. He then asked me to pull them apart which I did. He slowly began inserting one of his fingers inside me. I felt him pushing it in until I felt the rest of this hand against my body. He let the finger in there for a few seconds and then began moving it in and out and from side to side. He then pull it out and took two fingers and did the same as with the one. He repeated this until he could insert four of his fingers. I guess he was trying to stretch my very virgin asshole so it could.