..has kids...too pretty (yes, that's a thing)...this one is...what the fuck? The guy's profile picture was a photograph of a goose that had been disem...oweled. Ugh.I shut the computer down and went to bed.---I woke up in the morning...alone, of course. My boyfriend of two years had received a job offer to move to Ireland, of all places, and did not take me with him. Four months had passed, and given that I wasn't a very social person I had been single that entire time and I was getting pretty. “I don’t think you’re paying attention, Laurel,” he said. “We’re here for one month to two years. We need to play nice with the natives, and that means you need to act like a good little submissive, instead of the entitled bitch that - quite frankly - I have been putting up with on my ship for far too long. Now, I just pulled you out of that wreck, and splinted your broken leg, so I think a good start to this relationship would be for you to thank me.”She stared at him defiantly.He shocked. We let go only for a second as I pushed myself up ageist the wall to keep me upright Lewis slammed the door shut behind us. Before I knew it i was being lifted up the wall as Lewis kisses me deeper. His body close but still not close enough. I gripped onto his t-shirt my right hand finding its way under his top touching his hot skin. I needed him. My body ached, begging for him. We slid down to the floor, his top flying off down the hall toward my kitchen. His body was even better then I. As far as I know, she’s only had two other lovers, and no one for about the last six or eight months.”“You’ve got a really good relationship with her. I’d envy you, except that Tom and I get along almost as well. But,” Bill added ruefully, “he hasn’t told me about this big event in his life.”“Oh, I’m sure he will. By the way, Mel told me he was very ... Well, what she said was ‘He’s great in bed’. I gather they’ve had several opportunities to discover that.”Bill’s face took on a more serious.