. "There's another where, I guess," he grinned.Candace and Rick got up, too, and headed for the staircase. "I'm going to have to pad the floors down t...ere or something," Candace mused before addressing Toby's comment. "Well, obviously, we'll be looking at two holes at a time. I imagine we'll hit all three..." Candace was fully prepared; she'd given herself an enema that morning, following Beth's advice on the matter. She hoped it was worth the pain and discomfort...Lon hopped from foot to foot,. They tussled, struggled. He pivoted, his feet sliding on the floor. He grunted against her abuse as his back arched. She bucked back against him, spittle flying from her lips. Her loose hair slapped him in the face.She twisted in his arms, legs flailing. She snarled and hissed, bucking. She tried to break free of my boyfriend’s embrace. He held her tight, his face scrunching up as her fingernails scratched at his arms again, leaving red furrows, some beading with crimson drops.“Fucking bitch!”. "Lou one day went over to talk to his friend Sue, As the sun was settling in its dusk gathered hue.Lou saw Sue on the porch and saw she was crying, He asked, "What's wrong?" "I'm fine." She was lying.He sat down next to her, and held her real tight, As the sun finally set turning dusk into night.She turned to face him. "Why are you crying," he repeated."Oh," she sobbed, "When I date I don't like the way I'm treated." When I go out they all seem to go into this trance, And all they want to do is. Rhonda fixed herself a glass of wine and only after a couple of sips and contemplating a number of possibilities did she work up the courage to lift the lid.Slowly it opened, raising and then dashing her hopes. What she saw was simply an old tattered rather nondescript quilt. Withdrawing it and setting it aside, she dug further. Under the quilt lay two small trophies and a souvenir plate from Tacoma, Washington. The trophies bore no names and there was nothing on the plate other than the usual.