He has my cell phone number if he needs to call me. About seven okay?" "Seven is fine" replied Laura. Laura's house was beautiful. Tina had le...rned in their conversations that Laura had been married to a very rich but abusive man. She had all the physical things a woman could want except love and affection and the abuse never stopped. The day before she planned to leave him, her husband was killed by a train as he was attempting to skirt the guard arms. She felt little sorrow for. My roommate was a bookworm who didn't want to go out (not that Iwould want to hang out with him anyway). I really haven't made manyfriends either. I go out to clubs on the weekends to try to meet girls,but I have struck out so far. It's not that I'm ugly or anything, but Ijust haven't had any luck so far.I decided that I had to change my life here somehow, so I decided to tryto join a fraternity. It was pledge week on campus, so I decided to dothe rounds and see if I could find a frat that I. "If you love me and care for me then my pussy will always beyours. And no one else's."My man had ridden me, hard. And I had learned how to please him. Now itwas my job to make sure he would never want or need or even look atanother woman, again.Part 27Waking up that next morning was a bit rough for me. I'd never had such awild night and I was, um, sore from what my Ben had done to me.Regardless, I was happy. So very contented to have landed such a man. Myman! Cooking him a scrumptious breakfast. I swear he knew wood as well as me, he would go to the right tree for chopping with an unerring eye. I-”“I think you loved that donkey more than me” laughed Mary, “get on with the story, you’d make a useless storyteller” Which they both knew wasn’t true, he could weave in details that the listeners found they remembered days later. He could have done it for a living, but he preferred wood to stories.“Yes, well, the donkey didn’t answer back” he laughed “Mary, as I say, was on the donkey. I was.