I took notice and blushed.“What are you thinking about, Bea?” she queried.“I was thinking about a man having one the size of thatpon...’s.” Actually I had just come up with the thoughtin reply to her question. (AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}});“How would you ever find him?” Helen wondered. “Even ifyou did, he might be too hard to live with. You know?What kind of a husband would he make? Every girl aroundwould be chasing. I had answered the question already. Officially, my answer was, "A gift is given from the heart. Not because I need it. And not because I want it. But because you want me to have it." But in my head, I had a different answer for you each echo. Sometimes it was sex, sometimes it was food, sometimes it was simple, sometimes lavish. But each time, it was a request. Something I wanted. Not something that she could give me because she wanted me to have it.I hated my birthday. Not as much as xmas,. Marianne shared Leo's bed in the basement, giving him a memorable night of sucking and fucking into exhaustion. The next day she called Joe. "I'm on the train to Chicago," she explained."Why?" I'm willing to be girlfriend number three." What about Leo?" I don't love him. He's nice, but I could see in his eyes he considered me a one night whore." You got along." That's what I do, Joe. Please?"He gave her Marta's number. Marta gave her directions to her and Mary's apartment."I'm sorry," Marianne. I think about you putting your cock into my mouth, Sir.Is that all?Oh no, Sir. I think about how your cock feels in my hands. How it feels in my cunt. I think a lot about you fucking me with your cock, Sir.Fucking your cunt?And some times even my arse, Sir. Sometimes I imagine you are really ramming your cock into my bottom, Sir, while I cry out in pain.Those are very wicked thoughts.Yes, Sir. They are. I am evil and I need you to teach me a lesson, Sir.What kind of lesson do you have in mind.