Looked at the waitress walking between the chairs. Looked at my glass of water that the waitress put on my table. Looking at anything but ...loise. "I'm really sorry," I then told the black woman who I was sure was going to end up telling my wife what I did and perhaps even notify the police as to what my habits were. But then all of a sudden Eloise began to laugh and when she patted me on the arm I knew she had just been playing with me. As I then sighed. My red eyes and runny nose were artifacts of the past as the lips migrated from the rump to the shadowed valley between the hills. He had me hanging from the bed, eyes unfocused, but staring at the ceiling while my head pointed to the floor, as my face reddened with the rush of blood, while his hands stretched my asshole open.Then his lips teased the creased halo of muscle. Cords of spit lowered into the winking anus; my sphincter was wildly trying to grab hold of his tongue.All this pleasure. He started rubbing his cock against mine. I got worked up a little, starting to moan, but never was overwhelmed by these sensations, still a little numb from the previous happenings. Next day I was pestered continuously about being a pantyshitter. I started to feel abandoned and depressed, getting angry at myself about being such a worthless piece of shit. I didn't think about myself as somebody who was worth to be defended, I even was worth it to defend myself. I didn't deserve anything else. Even their theories were nothing but bullshit. Only a Seattle homicide detective knew what he was talking about. But it passed the time as she laughed at one so- called expert spread his crap around. It might have impressed other listeners but not her. The audience were invited to call in with their opinions but with this weather pounding on her car, she wasn't about to risk it and have an accident.The rain was a torrential downpour which was rare in the State of Washington. She reduced her.