"You're mine tonight!" he almost growled as he stared into her eyes. His hands came up and pulled down at her blouse, snapping the buttons off and exp...sing her braless chest. He grabbed her arms above the elbows and pressed her against the glass as he engulfed her left breast in his mouth, sucking it in then releasing it. Mark then kissed her hard in the middle of the chest, then drew his tongue up her chest to the right side of her neck. He pressed her harder against the glass and bit into her. And that is six days a week, Sunday is the day to go to church.As you can guess, there is not a lot of time left for any romance.Tim was keeping me informed about his flights back home. It took more than twenty-four hours for him to arrive safely at his place.I was happy when he wrote me that he arrived home.I was talking with my friends Linh and Ngoc about my life, about Tim, about my options for the future. They both work at the same company. It was clear that I had something like three. They'll whisper and tell their children notto talk to the "queer". No, I can't do that. I can't live like that. Ihave to find an escape or hope he wasn't serious about meeting me.For the second time today, the restroom serves as my sanctuary underweird circumstances. Pulling my pants down, I rip off some toilet paperand expect the worse. Odd, my underwear isn't brown. There's a coupleof spots of wetness on my underwear between my legs, but for the mostpart it's dry. I wipe and am. Mary just felt more comfortable with them.Though she was looking forward to her studies in college, she was very anxious about having to interact with new classmates, and roommates too now! Oh dear! How would she ever get her privacy? Mary had this one particular past time that she could only feel comfortable doing alone: farting heartily. Farting and masturbating to be precise. Mary loved the feeling of having full bowels, an enlarged stomach from gas, and then letting loose long disgusting.