"Why?" I asked, "Why are you stealing from me?" I looked around at my scattered belongings, finally sitting down on my chair and lighting a cigarette....It was Bill's idea," Paula confessed, almost sobbing as she fell to her knees in front of me grabbing my hand as she pleaded with me. "Please don't turn me in, Bill needed some money for drugs so he told me to take some of your stuff. I'm so sorry, but he needed it. I'll do anything as long as you don't turn me in!" I won't turn you in," I. We were ecstatic. This was exactly the sort of location we had hoped to find, and while our jump point was not exactly isolated, it was at least private. I jumped us all back to the living room, and we headed back home. I drove, and as soon as we got home I called Ginny and told her that the new house was perfect. She knew what I meant, and we didn't say anything else about it. We weren't exactly being that secretive, but we all felt uncomfortable talking on the phone about the jump points or. And I would have loved some of that last night but my saucy teaser boy was busy working. AGAIN. But don’t worry. I got through it. After reading some sex blogs yesterday by other women who also feel like their libidos are about seventeen stories higher than their husbands can climb, I realized that I will do myself a big favor if I really stop depending on my husband so much for my own sexual pleasure. There’s been a lot of sex toy-shopping talk going on, and I’m going to figure out how to get. ------------------------------------------Darceline sat on the porch at 8:57, waiting for Jeremy to show up. She had on black fishnets, white six-inch heels, very short ruffled bloomers, a lacey white bra, and thigh-length black pea-coat over it. When Jeremy showed up, Darceline hopped up and got in the car, so as not to keep him waiting. He backhanded her just the same."You stupid cunt. Are you excited to go sell your disgusting body?" he growled, pinching her thigh hard. She shook her head.