Riday, June 8, 1979After our morning cuddle and rapport, Bonnie, Missy, Sharon and I headed in to work for a while. We hadn't much more than got into ...y office before Ann came in."The police came by to see me last night," she told Sharon and me. "They wanted to know if I knew anything about my ex-husband getting beaten pretty badly yesterday afternoon. I assured them I didn't, and gave them the names of several people who knew I was at work when it happened." Did they say how badly he had been. Without missing a beat, never stopping that wonderful blowjob she was giving me, she had reached back down and grabbed a little silver bullet vibe. She stopped sucking, and looking up into my eyes, she started to slowly press the bullet against my asshole. It slipped right in and it seemed that almost if on cue, the doorbell rang. I opened my eyes again, wondering who could be at the door now, but more just hoping they would go away. The bullet slowly slid farther inside me on its own as she. No debt, nothing," he smiled. "I..." She could not speak, with the shock as she read the contract. "H...how?" she stammered. "I had to give him something that he wanted. That's all you need to know Sophie; I don't want you feeling you owe me for it. I did it to give you back your life. I want you to be happy." Buck smiled with a tear in his eye. "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!" Sophie jumped up wrapping herself around him; kissing him hard. "I have something to ask you, though," Buck said. And, I still very much love you for that quality. Yes, I said love you. You were always the best, just, well . . .’ ‘Not enough at the time?’ I finished for her. She tendered me a quizzical glance. ‘You know—yes—at the time. But this is now. I’m older. I know better. So, stop worrying about being boring. I’ll sigh real loudly if you begin to put me to sleep. That’ll let you know. Okay?’ she said. ‘Yes, okay,’ I said. The steaks were great. The dancing was really great—God the feel of her body.