” Ask David Blake whether the bus had gone by, and you’d get a discourse on the internal-combustion engine. Still, he wasn’t sure yet what parts...she needed to know.“E I, as it is called, has families. And they make up songs to express their theology just as Charles Wesley made up songs to express his. Or to express John’s. So, they make up some songs, at least that song, I can’t think of any others right now. They make up some songs to express their point of view to their children. Notice that. ‘Now. But not then.’ ‘If you’d talked to me, you would have. I tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t listen. Maybe you didn’t want to listen. Maybe you did, but couldn’t get past it. Maybe you wanted it to be my fault for some reason. Probably not, but it doesn’t matter, Kate. Either way, it got us to the same place. You blew up, fired me, and wouldn’t answer my calls. I finally lost interest.’ ‘I know,’ she replied again, even more softly this time. ‘I’m so sorry.’ I looked at her for a moment,. I think I'll watch some of Letterman tonight." Can't you come up now? I don't like sleeping without you," she said."You might want to get used to it," I said."What does that mean?" Just that you can't always expect me to be in bed next to you," I said."Why did you say that?" She asked. "I don't understand you. Are you trying to tell me something?" No. Just giving you something to think about. Good night."Tracy stood in the doorway for another minute staring at me. She appeared to be upset but. . please ... no ... don't do this to me! Noooo! Urgh ... No! No! No! Ugh, uh, uh, uh ... uh--aiiiiiieeeee!"Do I need to draw you a diagram? Eric had just sheathed his penis up inside my pussy.As Eric began to slowly thrust inside me and make me his girlfriend too, I came to the realization that no matter what I did, my body was going to service their needs. I hated what they were doing to me, but I felt the same to them as if I were madly in love with each of them. My body was made for this.