’‘She loves being treated like a whore’ he said, I was holding back as well, as I didn’t know what you’d think of me being really vile to he.... But she loves it. The dirtier the better.’‘I think I pulled a muscle in my groin, banging the old slapper. Afterwards I had this fuckin’ terrible pain in one of my bollocks, but after a couple of days it went, and I’ve test driven them quite a few times since and there doesn’t seem to be a problem.’It was me now who needed re-arranging. I could feel my. Tom had one arm draped across Belinda’s chest which gave him free access to draw little circles with his fingers around the other breast just over from where his head was lying. Belinda just kept kissing the top of Tom’s head as she enjoyed this delicate ministration of his left hand. The nipple Tom’s fingers were dancing over and around also felt harder and more erect than Belinda thought was possible. Tom just stared the whole time at this gorgeous breast standing firm and proud before his. An epitaph hasbeen written on it, and in French.The game is up. With a mounting sense of foreboding I watch Kerrie take apair of round-rimmed spectacles from her shoulder bag and put them on toread the words inscribed in the polished white marble.HELEN DOROTHY SUTTONBORN FEBRUARY 4TH 1935 DIED DECEMBER 3RD 1978ADIEU, MON AMOURTU ES MORT POUR SAUVER LES FEMMES DU MONDE ENTIER"You didn't tell me she was only forty-three, sweetheart?" You never asked," I mumble, a little too loudly."Well I'm. “Can’t miss it,” Chester said.“It’s just about ten, now,” Wilma said, glancing at the red numbers on the digital clock. “Oh Charlie, you’ll never make it, your clothes ain’t going to be dry yet.”Chester lay back on the pillow thinking about his dilemma. “I don’t know what to do. I can’t stay here even though I really want to but I don’t have any money and mom is all alone probably worried sick and here I am in bed with Wilma.”Wilma played with the hair on Chester’s chest.“This is nice being in.