" Yes."Woman, if I were you, I would be all over that. I think you should call her if that means anything to you and see what happens. You don't have ...o sleep with her, you know." I know I don't. I will give it some thought. But I hear Craig stirring, so I better get moving. "Craig came down the stairs in the same clothes she had seen him in last night on the couch. She couldn't believe how much he had changed since they wed. It wasn't the extra weight that bothered her… people gain weight. But. I'll be in there cleansing my face of ballsack smell."Valerie never met her there."Number?"“21526.” Valerie's left hand was covering the V of her crotch. The long blond hair that had been carefully placed over the incidental cleavage her spare arm created by pressing on her breasts had been blown behind her by the draft of the door opening. With milky white skin and deep, ocean blue eyes, she was a vision of purity in the drab, under-furnished trailer.Before his perverted special request, some. I can’t help but look at you as you stroll along slightly in front of me. Light blue three quarter length jeans, white short sleeve blouse, sandals; just as well the paths are good here as we aren’t equipped for a hike. I watch your red hair blow in the light breeze and catch a whiff of your perfume. I breathe in and I feel so damn good I laugh out loud. You turn to look at me wondering what it is. I just smile Debs, broadly. Today is a good day, warm sunshine, beautiful countryside, nice. I thrust against my image of him and grasp him, to guide him, to bring me pleasure in the dark.His blackness overwhelms me. His blackness brings me pleasure. Deeply. Darkly. There are dark sounds. Dark slaps. Dark thrusts.His dark baby-making rhythms do not threaten me. They excite me. His darkness slaps against me. I succumb to dark feelings. I surrender. I yield to the sensation of him. His texture, his body, his skin, his darkness inside me. All of it silently screams, I bring darkness to.