All this was going on, mind you, in the years before iPhones and the ubiquitous texting and emailing we take for granted these days. That said, I call...d Rhea and she was not doing very well. Very depressed. Almost flat broke. And she’d gained a couple of pounds after our blowout in Munich and had to get them off before she applied with either Delta or United. ‘What about heading out to LA?’ I asked, and that seemed to set her off – big time. ‘John, I just can’t move in to your house, you know,. Well, what now, O Guide?" "Be careful, Pink. The Monster you faced before was the weakest of their forces." "That figures. Well, I'm gonna drop you off here, Gabby." "Gabby!?" "Hey, if you get to call me 'Pink'..." and Mitch set the rat on the roof of the Swine Barn. Once again he rose into the air, and words came unbidden to his lips. "Creature of noisome fluids! You defile a place of joy and heritage with your presence! Begone, by the power of Pastel Angel Pink!" *I have really. She was definitely a fine looking woman and she was letting me finger her pussy in public on a nude beach where anyone could see us. Her face was a little weathered and starting to show her age but she was still certainly a real beauty. I suspected that she could still turn heads in an evening gown at the theater or the opera. Her breasts had sagged, as I would expect with time. After all gravity works! Her nipples and areolas were much darker than Angelique’s nipples were. Winnie had faint. “Get over my knees now or get out and I will call the police! It’s your choice,” I say to her in a near whisper. Through all this I am praying that she will not leave as she is beginning to mean something to me that I cannot explain. Jumping from the shock of my demand she steps forward and positions herself correctly over my knees. I look down to see the most perfect bottom ever, her perfectly central bum crack leading down to her dark star and beyond to her glistening pussy. I lightly slap.