But she just keeps walking. It's only five blocks now.It's so quiet, as though the mist is smothering sound as well as vision. Her shoes tap gently on...the concrete. She cringes at every step. She wonders if she should stop and take them off. She knows the mist is hiding terrible things but if she's very quiet it might hide her as well. But to take her shoes off she would have to stop walking. And she can't do that. Because if she does stop she might see something. What that something might be. Thinking about Joey and Joe, took me back to two events that changed my life in 1936.We used to start early morning and finish early at the dairy, no shift working around the clock like nowadays. As the last one to leave the dairy office in mid-afternoon on a sunny spring morning, I, Anjie Harris, nee di Angelo, locked up the Conrad Dairy on Jefferson Street and drove my new Ford sedan down to the elementary school to collect my son Joe Junior. We were living well, working hard of course, but. Growing up with 7 brothers had a very big impact on her attitude toward men. A very positive impact. It is her love of men that has made our lifestyle possible. Lisa is a blonde with 36A tits and very sexy legs. Her best asset is her beautiful bubble but.A little background on how Lisa and I started dating.Back in the mid eighties Lisa and I both worked for the same company. I was a photographer and she was a customer service rep. The people we worked with were all great people and we got to. Me, the regular straight guy who nobody thought would be doing this, was about to suck a cock.I tried to resist. The smell permeated my nostrils, the taste, almost like sweaty gym socks, dominated my mouth. The cock started to move back and forth, and Madame held my mouth in place. I gagged as it hit the back of my throat, but it did not relent. The owner of this cock grunted in disapproval, and Madame spoke once again "Being a useless hole is not enough, slut. You must please him, or you will.