”“MY GOD, Ethan! Did you?”“No, I was just kidding. If I was ever going to though, I would want to start right now.”“I would too, can we ta...k soon?”“I’d love to, my place or yours?” I asked.“Yours, unless you feel safer here with the kids close by,” she laughed, when I looked shocked.“Okay, you nailed me with that one, but I do like this easy way you have of talking. You seem to be over the bitterness and the hurt, no matter what happened or to whom it happened. I’ll be honest, I’m trying hard. Scott set the time and tried to close the bracelet band around his wrist. He ran his fingers over the links in the band. Mr. Piotrowski had said he'd need the extra ones someday. They were in a small glassine baggie in the watch box, exactly where the wise old Marine had placed them.He hunted around for the right tools and made the adjustments to the watch bracelet.He had another stop to make before he left Fort Stockton. The trip home had been a good one. The shooting trip to San Angelo had. He kept calling me a little fucking whore. He said he was going to teach me a lesson. He pulled his pants down and came up behind me. I was scared I didn't know what he was going to do. He reached for a jar of Vaseline next to my bed. He stuck his hand in and removed his fingers and coated them in the petroleum jelly. He bent me over the bed. Then he shoved his fingers inside me. He pushed really hard each time. He was finger fucking my little pussy really rough adding fingers as he stretched. "A wonderful night?" she asked. "As in ALL night maybe? Are you holding out on me Ramona?"Ramona stood up and snatched the card from her friend's hand. "I told you. All I got was a kiss on the hand. I didn't even get a hug. Get your mind out of the gutter Renee."Renee grinned. "Well, if he gave you a dozen roses for letting him kiss your hand, I can't WAIT to see what you get when you finally cave and let him make you REALLY happy." She skipped off to her desk before Ramona could make an angry.