How do you cut all those ties without casting yourself asunder? I knew I would cry when it happened. When I let the guillotine fall on his happy heart...I knew it would be nasty. He would beg and plead and ask for something I was incapable of giving? Probably I would cry rivers tomorrow, hugging my pillow in weakness. Tonight I would hold back the flood of tears and give him his final minutes. I would get a grip, hide that welling tear, wear a plastic smile and let him have me one last time. I. She should have a bunch of squirts on that.” “Fuck! She’s a real sexy thing. I always thought she was cute, but didn’t realize she was such a spitfire.” “Funny thing though, she’s really not that experienced. But, she’s learning that’s for sure.” We both giggled and Sandy came out with our beers. She handed them to us. “Sandy, why don’t you take your clothes off and sit on the machine. Rod and I will work the controls.” “Okay! That sounds fun.” Sandy then stood up and took off her. I was an athletic girl and loved running sports and gymnastics during P.E. at school. The sweat and hard breathing made me feel alive. I was always up for a game of tag-your-it, we actually called it “tagyourit.” I loved being chased around. I loved wearing flowing dresses in the summer. I hated pants so much that I would only wear them if it was cold. At that time, I also hated panties too. I would get into trouble when my mom found out I had no panties on. Once she had my daddy spank my bare. I set the grocery bag on the bar in the kitchen and we sat in the den to talk."How have things been going?" I asked."Oh, okay, I guess. It's fairly much the same ol' same ol' every day for me." Oh? That sound like you're not having much fun... ?" Well... no, not like we had that weekend with you. Now that was fun." Yeah, for me too. I really enjoyed it."I don't know if you know but there are sixteen of us that form a bridge club. We get together every Wednesday afternoon to play and talk. All.