“I’m not a stranger. I’m family damn it,” Alice said.“See you tomorrow,” I said.“Okay, oh call Elanor. Make sure she is alright,” Alic... demanded.“Okay,” I agreed.I sat in my black chair a the kitchen counter to eat my chilli. When I finished, I quickly washed the dishes then called Elanor.“Hello Elanor,” I said when she was on the line. “Is everything okay?”“Sure, why wouldn’t it be?” she asked.“Well Max could have checked your house last night,” I said.“No, I think he has decided to leave me. ‘Why is that?’ I ask and I gasp slightly as I feel your hand slide along my waist and draw me back into you. Your other hand brushing my hair off the nape of my neck as you whisper, ‘because, it is you that I want to feast on, right here, right now’ and you kiss the nape of my neck softly, chuckling a little as you hear my soft intake of breath, knowing that your words have already had an impact on me. You press against me, kissing and sucking on my neck as you press me against the counter and. ’ ‘You think I’m here because I feel sorry for you?’ ‘Why are you here, Joe?’ He really didn’t know. He had developed a soft spot for her, or in his head. ‘I care about you.’ ‘After what I did? Go away.’ ‘I don’t know. I haven’t been mad at you since…’ He rubbed her hip and she jerked away. ‘Since I told you and you pitied me.’ ‘No, since I gave you the spanking the first time.’ ‘The spanking?’ ‘I liked the way you came for me.’ He shifted his weight, uncomfortable. ‘I think about it a lot.’. Which was all fine, dandy and just a little cunt-twingey yumminess. But then Carol Castaway did her reveal and she'd come as George 'oh my god' Clooney. Well, I've never seen such a twinkly-eyed, winsome smiling cunt. Talk about sex-on-a-stick or, more accurately, sex-secreted-between-pallid-somewhat-blotchy-thighs. Let me tell you, Dr Flippydack, there were quite a few whimpering, moaning, dew decorated, musk emitting, amateur vaginal thespians that evening, and we all had to be very diligent.