Alexandra knows what you really want and she gives it to you. And even though you may not want to admit it, you love it when she defiles you."Catherin... hung her head, unable to look her friend in the eye."Am ... am I really just a whore?" In one sense yes, in another sense, not at all. You love the sex with Alexandra and even now you can't stay away. You do whatever she wants as long as she'll screw you. So are you a whore? A whore for sex, definitely, but certainly not in the conventional. Slowly walking into the shadows of a large maple tree, weembraced, kissing softly. Her soft lips parted as my tongue dartedpast her lips, exploring the sweet softness of her mouth. My handson her waist, I traced a path up her back to her neck, under her softflowing hair. Her hands unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing, slowlyopening it, allowing her hands to rub against the hair on my chest.My hands slid over her shoulders to the buttons on the frontof her dress, slowly loosening the material,. ”“No, that’s all right,” I said, “It was my fault, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”“Nonsense! I was obviously standing too close behind you. I really must insist.”I hesitated as I gave him a once-over. He wasn’t the stereotypical little Asian guy with big glasses. He was a couple of inches taller than me, actually quite good looking, so I accepted, told him how I liked my coffee and grabbed a seat.He came back with our coffees and a couple of blueberry muffins.“I took the liberty of getting. Jeremy held her tight and rocked her until the doctor came in. ‘Jeremy what is it?’ Doctor Stevens asked. ‘I came in to find her crying and struggling in the bed, she was having a nightmare.’ ‘Ok let me check her over, make sure she hasn’t hurt herself.’ Jeremy got her to lie back on the bed while the doctor checked her over. ‘Lisa?’ the doctor asked, Lisa slowly opened her eyes, ‘Lisa, these nightmares are going to be around for a while, you’re going to need to see a psychiatrist to talk about.