On yet another occasion, it was she who wanted me.After going through the process of going to the toilet, I whisper-asked her as to what she wanted me...to do for her. She replied that she wanted to get fucked by me. I told her how would we be able to do that there. She would not have a NO for an answer. I had to find a way to fulfill her desire. There was a window opening out.What I did was that I raised her on the sill of the window, stood on a bucket and inserted my cock in her choot. O God,. It has to be something to do with your mom and sister. Maybe the lack of love from your mom and the unconditional love from your sister, to the point where she made love with you, taught you that.”“Maybe,” I said. “But is that what we’re here to talk about?”“We could talk for a month,” she sighed. “I also think it’s amazing how you don’t see all of the damaged women around you as damaged. You never looked at me like I was dirty because of the rape; or thought badly of Elyse because of the. What amused me was how she wasn’t angry at anyone. She even named the cold! Bert. Then she had conversations with Bert out loud, telling him how inconsiderate he was, what a pain, and enough already!I was charmed. I laughed. Addison didn’t find it funny.Instead of passing, Addison developed a low grade fever and our assessment changed. She’d caught the flu, not a cold. Her throat still hurt. Her nose still ran. And I medicated her. The syrup gave her four hours of respite but inevitably the. “I did. I really did! It’s amazing what you guys will do for a little of this,” she said, patting herself on her rump, finally retrieving the ‘50’s lime green cup. “So all those stories about you were true?” “What –high school? Hell no! I wouldn’t put out for any of those limp wrists. But they all had to save face and in doing so, I became the ‘sure thing’” she said, placing quotation marks around it with two fingers from each hand. “’Can’t fight city hall and rumors’ as my mom use to say..