"Give me a massive espresso, Dave. I need a major hit." Coming right up, Hawk," he called from behind the counter as I took a seat. Business first, I ...ulled my cell and dialed the rep. "Wally, Hawk. I have a little problem." Who did you hit," he asked tiredly."Wally, Wally, Wally, you disappoint me. I didn't hit anyone. I was sexually harassed." I heard his chair as it thumped back onto the floor on all four legs."What?!?" he barked. "You're shitting me! Who had the balls to harass you and what. Happy Fucking Valentines to you too, she thought bitterly. * * * One Year Later. Maddie grimaced when she glanced at her wall calendar and remembered what day it was. She wasn’t the most romantically inclined person in the world at the best of times, but Valentine’s Day held a special place in her heart as the absolute worst time of her year. Every year, without fail, something bad always happened on 14th February. Last year she’d lost her beloved Sasha. The year before, her car had been. Another man now appeared before us and said it was time for some fucking, he demanded that I lay down, he then lay down with his right leg over my left and mine the same with his, then he shuffled closer to me until his balls touched mine, then he told Belle to lower herself onto our dicks. Belle straddled us and lowered herself down, the man told her to hold our cock’s together and have them both in her pussy, belle did this and with some ease, it was the first time I had ever experienced or. It was delicious, but really, had she expected any different? It was less than two minutes later that a hunky blonde came up to her. “Mrs. Jones? I’m John. Your room is ready for you.“Is this my masseur? Lydia wondered as she followed John down the hall past several closed doors. The thought of this Ken-like god rubbing her body with oil had an appeal that made her blush in spite of herself. Lydia! She shook herself mentally. What had gotten into her today? Thoughts like that never crossed her.