”“That would be great. Love you.” It felt like she practically shoved me out the door.As promised, I called home during lunch. No answer and I l...ft a message. I let the phone ring ten times before hanging up. Next, I called her cell phone. After four rings it went to her voicemail. I left another message.Just before it was time to leave, my phone finally rang, and I saw by the caller id that it was Marissa’s cell. “Hey, where you’ve been?” I asked.“Over at Tony’s like I told you.” I thought. All I do muster was to moan like a bitch in heat. She knew what that meant though and quickly picked up the pace. Soon it was a fuck frenzy and she was ramming me with fierceness. It felt so amazing though. I completely got lost in the sensation and almost completely lost it when she started stroking me. She kept egging me on too. Words like “You like that don’t you whore!? You love my big dick inside of you! Aren’t you a big fucking cock whore?! “ I couldn’t even respond I was so wrapped up in. Then my colleague Whatsapped me –Ramya: It is urgent. Please call me back.Then I interrupted the talk and said to Archana about the call. I went to the other seat and called Ramya. I sorted out the issue and yes, it was a bit personal one. Then I masturbated thinking of Archana and yes, it was my first masturbation in train. After that, I came back and sat in my seat.Now Archana excused and went somewhere (probably to the washroom). When she came back, I was stunned, because she had removed her. Just a little. Getting even in her mind, after lie after lie, and the deprivation she'd forced onto Mandy would never make up for it. Revenge wasn't part of her vocabulary. Getting her out of town was.Stan Wilson was Mandy's 'Marshal Dillon'. It was as if he'd put her mother on the last stage coach right out of town. Mandy wasn't there, but she had heard her Mother never felt any regrets for the way she'd treated Mandy.Mandy did have regrets though because she would've liked a mother. It was.