.For a brief moment, I came to love that stranger who asked for nothing and yet took everything. He became no one and everyone, I`d met him in a crowd...and would lose him in a flat with flaking paint on its old walls. What is gained in public should be lost in privacy, it is less pathetic that way.It was then the phone rang, yes, he was arriving soon, no, he hadn`t forgotten their anniversary, how could he, he always remembered, yes, of course, he had missed her and the children, he loved them.I. She’d never felt more satisfied in her entire life. After Geronimo had fucked her, he’d let her rest, curled up under a thin sheet on the couch while the others played pool and drank. She felt strangely safe, sensing that the others wouldn’t dare lay a finger on her without his permission. She’d dozed off for a while, waking as she shook her gently, his smile crooked, obviously drunk. ‘Come on, Blondie. Taking you home.’ She hadn’t argued, accepting the tee shirt he’d tossed at her, stuffing. Created this monster. In September I get my commercial rating and I’ll be back for my instrument rating when work allows...”“So you’re smart. How good are you at remembering things?”I giggled. “I see what you did there, James. The study materials. Ask away, sensei!” Dan and I have spent a couple hours a night for the last two weeks poring over the sixty-odd page study guide we were supposed to memorize.Yes, I can memorize. I can also read the material and determine the ‘why’ for most of it,. "I'll tell you what," she began, "I don't really feel like washing your jizz off of the bottom of my shower, so I'll make you a deal. You clean this shower, top to bottom, and I'll think about keeping this a secret". Doing the only thing I could, I nodded and she quickly opened up a cupboard drawer and pulled out some cleaning supplies. "Use this to clean the glass, and this to clean the tiles," she said, pointing to two different bottles, "and her are some sponges. I'll be back in fifteen.