After fucking me, she said "Fuck you," and I've been on my own sexually ever since. And now I walk the streets at night. I have my own corner, catecor...er and down one block from where the regular hookers work. I'm not a hooker, per se, since I don't charge; I don't need the money. But I act like a hooker in every other way, to the extent that the girls down the street constitute my best friends. Like I said, it had been a slow week, and I spent last night not on my corner, but with my friends. She quickly found the bathroom and went in. She locked the door before looking in the mirror and saw the reddest bottom she had ever seen. Downstairs Jodie and Justine laughed and cuddled. Jodie said, “Thanks kiddo.” Justine was flushed. “No; thank you, Jodie. You gotta tell me how to become a spanker at the house.” “I will tomorrow. I promise,” Jodie said. A few minutes later and Justine had left. Jodie was again Miss Emily as she went upstairs to find that the bathroom door was locked. She. He was not, in short, what I thought your typical writer of lustful stories would be like. He was the guy next door type. What drove him to be such a prolific sex writer, I will probably never know or understand. Now, I wanted him. I was curious to meet the man on a more personal level, especially since our work paths rarely, if ever, crossed. I didn’t want him to know I knew his deep dark secret, but figured I’d tell him I knew in due course. Now he will know, and I hope he comes back to me.. They hid the medallion in Fran's panty drawerand went downstairs.Max found the kids eagerly talking to him and then runningaround the house like wild things. She tried to keep up.It was agony though in her heels. Fran in Max's bestpower suit soon left in the limo. For the visit to the zoo Maxchanged into low heels. She was surprised how much fun itwas to chat with her own kids. Of course they didn't dreamwho she really was - who could? What she didn't enjoy washearing them running her real self.