" And that alsowas true. But he wasn't taking no."So am I. So are all of this lot. I mean just look at them!" I lookedwhere he was pointing and laughe.... "They're pretty terrible," I agreed."Except ... hey, isn't that your mate Johnno over there? He's prettygood!"Kevin peered into the crowd and then screwed his face up in mockdisgust. "Yeah he is, isn't he? Bastard. Hey, do you think if I offerhim some cash he'll ease off a bit?"I smiled, despite myself. "You have money to throw around, do. I feel like dogshit...Monday, February 24th, 2020. I send her a message asking how she was doing and if she wanted to talk vocally over the phone again. No reply... I’m starting to fear the worst.Friday, February 28th, 2020. I try again texting her if she was OK. How she was doing. No reply... At this point, I had set my mind to the fact that I had been ghosted. Abandoned. Avoided. I asked that if I was the problem, that I understood and that I was sorry...Thursday, March 26th, 2020. After not. When I started having sex with Donna, she seemed surprised when I asked to give her oral sex. She said George was never interested in it. Anyway, I must have awakened something in her, because she’d get wild in bed, having orgasm after orgasm–George never knew what he was missing. Donna said she’d never given a blowjob, but wanted to return the oral pleasure I’d given her. She learned fast, and it wasn’t long until she was swallowing, like a pro. Occasionally during our foreplay, I’d give Donna. ‘Come in,’ Roger called.She opened the door and walked in. She said, ‘I’ve checked with my bank and they say that the rent money has been transferred to your account today.’‘Oh that’s good,’ said Roger, ‘so it should have cleared into my account in about 3 days time.’‘No,’ it’ll be there now,’ Alyson replied.‘OK so that’s seven smacks on the bottom then,’ he said.He was sitting on the sofa and Fiona got up and sat opposite. He pointed at his lap and said, ‘Right, bend over.’Alyson didn’t.