There were a lot of people but none of them noticed you. The scent of baked goods and other food filled the air and you continued through.A voice caug...t your attention. It was an old man sitting at a stand, filled with strange items."Hello there, Thomas."This old man knew your name. You still don't understand how. But it interested you, so you couldn't help but approach him. Thank goodness you did, because what this old man was selling would soon change your life. You looked over his stock, not. Brother Erasmus, the old black preacher down in Florida, had been the only preacher that Mark had ever really liked, even though he'd spent a term on the board of the Spearfish Lake First Baptist Church. He'd been the only preacher that Mark had ever met that acted like he meant what he was talking about, not just mouthing the words. "The Lord be talkin' to you all the time, showin' you the way all the time," Mark remembered Brother Erasmus saying. "Just you got to be ready to listen, and most. Suraj became more bold and now stopped wearing any undies and would sleep only in a thin boxer shorts. At nights, they used to hug each other tight… Suraj knew she could feel his erect cock through his shorts just as Suraj could feel her hard nipples pressing into his chest and they both were also aware of each other’s heavy breathing. Suraj could feel the sweat of her forehead on his neck just as she could feel the heat going up in his body. After 3-4 nights this way Suraj became more bold and. They treated me poorly and sometimes roughly. In drink they would first be lascivious and as time and drink worked their effects, limiting their ability to enjoy that for which they had paid, they would become abusive. Some became violent. Many was the time I would attend the gin palace with a black eye or a missing tooth as a consequence of some such encounter. Gin was the sole panacea that one such as I could afford. I shared a room above the gin house with three other women in similar.