Chapter 3 Angela walked to the store quickly, pulling her cart behind her. She went in and got a twelve pack of beer, and a couple of two liter bottl...s of soda. She picked out a bottle of scotch, one of vodka and a large bag of chips, as well as a container of dip and a few other items. The store was almost empty, and when she got to the one open register, there was only one person ahead of her. She waited impatiently for them to be checked out. She finally had her purchases rung up and paid. When I used to tell them I was homeless because work sucks, they refused to believe me. I’d end up having to answer a thousand extra questions and that was way too much effort. A piece of advice that I’ll give for free, is never tell a homeless shelter that you like being homeless.Other than that, they want you to take showers and change clothes occasionally as well. Too much effort for me. It’s easier to sleep in a doorway than jump through all the hoops just to lay on your back listening to a. ..perhaps it was pleasant even?" "Uhuh...yes, pleasant...I wasn't expecting it, that's all," breathed Karen. Her head went back onto the pillow again, and she relaxed into the feel of the cool slippery lube and Doctor Lorenzo's experienced fingers slipping and smoothing over and around her now ultra-sensitive anal zone, until at last, at long last, what Karen had been waiting for: his rigid finger pressed against her tiny back passage once again, paused for a moment and slipped, this time more. She smiles back and he motions for her to the seat next to him. Rising from her seat without a word to her friends, she slowly sways across the room to where he is sitting.He takes her hand and kisses it gently, saying, "Hello there pretty lady."At a loss for words, which by the way is not common for Angel, she manages a simple, "Hello Sir."He helps her onto the bar stool and turns to face her. "My name is Rob," he offers with a tender smile.She falters for a second and then she almost blurts.