The door swung open to reveal, well, not what John had expected. Before him stood a short, average looking woman. She was wearing a micro mini and a r...d knit top. However, he was drawn to the cheerful face that framed an incredible smile and sparkling blue eyes. She greeted him with "Hello, I'm Sasha. Won't you come in?" She held out her hand and beckoned him inside."Hi, my name's John," he responded and shook her hand. "Here, this is for you," the words were delivered with halting uneasiness.. Ever since she had started reading them she could talk of nothing else. She especially loved his book of poetry. Penetrating yet sensitive, reading his poems was like looking into her self, she felt them to be a mirror images of her soul. She really could not understand why Sheila didn’t seem to think as highly of him as she did. ‘Not my taste in literature,’ Sheila had said after reading all the Gregory books Kirsten had loaned her. ‘I prefer mysteries and thrillers.’ Kirsten had always. I objected and tried to blow it off, but then she said “we are in our night gowns waiting”, OMG what now.As I hung up the wife asked if everything was okay, I said Sandy had run in a ditch and wanted help. She knew Sandy for a long time and also knew how high she was so it seemed plausible. So off I go into the night on my way to my first threesome ever with two hot girls in heat.When I got to her place true to her word she and Joan were dressed in see through nighties. Oh men were they. Anastasia has become an assistant editor at a Seattle Magazine. Ana has managed to get herself in a kettle of trouble with her boss, Jack who is steamed and at full-boil.Fresh:It all felt fresh and anew since I had left Christian nearly three months ago. Fresh and invigorated, taking pride in my new job as an assistant editor at a Seattle publishing company. All the soreness in my bum and the violet purple bruises had faded away. I was happy. Gone was Christian’s twisted definition of a.