I expected to hear yelling, I didn’t. What I saw when I opened the door sent a flood of adrenaline directly to my blood, my mind froze, I reacted t... what I saw. Justin had Irene on her back, her knees bent over the edge of the mattress. She was still passed out. Her skirt was hiked up to her stomach, her pink panties bunched up on the bed next to her shoulder; he was fucking her. I grabbed the son-of-a-bitch by the back of the neck and jerked him away from Irene. His cock pulled out of her. Yes, I did like it, and until she had that stroke about 6 months ago, Bessie and I, along with Jack, and later Shadow, had an affair we both enjoyed very much."Marie was quiet at that point -- she seemed lost in deep thought."What's wrong, dear?" Mona asked."Well, I've been having my own affair lately." Really? Who is he? Do I know him?" That's just it, it's not a 'him', it's a 'her'. Her name is Justine." Justine Rogers?" Yes." Your roommate?" One and the same." When did this start?" My junior. .yes. It felt right; the more he considered it the more it fit."It is the bowl." And what does that mean?'"It means..." on the right track, now; he -must- be. He spoke slowly and with deliberation, tasting the words as they came out. "It means...life, giving. In the bowl, the food is put, and out of it comes nourishment. When we give, the bowl is full." And what else does the bowl signify?"He shut his eyes, concentrating. The blade was conquest, power, but it was also the men's tool; even the. That’s all I’m asking, okay, baby?” Charlotte asks rhetorically before releasing her hold on Andrew’s body while still gloating in her grasp on his mind. She chuckles softly before gathering the remainder of her clothes, preparing to exist. Andrew gulps, shocked. Of course, he isn’t the only one with a bulge in his pants.On the other side of these thin walls, the strange tenant continues to listen. He had already been blue-balled before and isn’t going to let it happen again. Thus, as Charlotte.