Dwayne's tone suddenly shifted and he said, "Guys, time to leave, my wife is on her way home." Shit, shit, shit," my father cursed."Guys, head home no...," Dwayne ordered, even as I was curious of what my text said. It was likely Amy."What about the whore?" someone asked."I'll deal with it," Dwayne said."You sure?" Mike asked."Yes, now go before she gets here," Dwayne ordered.The men began to leave even as a couple gave me last minute breast squeezes or fingerings.Joey also asked, his tone. I went and had a shower shaved myself as I would normally do, wrapped atowel around my body and went into the bedroom where my clothes were laidout. I first put on my Basque and tightened the laces as far as theywould go, then tying them to a hook I had put in the wall, I pulledforward even more, so that my waist became even smaller and what was leftwas pushed up to give me a good cleavage, I then unhooked the laces fromthe wall and tied them off around my waist, next came my black stockings,I. "He smiled and hugged her a little tighter and thought to himself that there might be hope for this woman after all. After a while her breathing became regular and he knew that she had fallen asleep. He fell asleep shortly after she did.In the morning he woke up to find her looking at him. She had pulled the covers down and her eyes were traveling up and down his body. She started when she noticed that he was awake."Oh, I'm sorry. I was looking at your body. You are the first man that I have. The decision was too much for my almost zombie-like state of directionless thought.I gave up and brewed a pot of coffee in automatic mode and allowed my brain go into pilotless control wishing that same ploy would work for everything else I had to face that day.The refrigerator was a mess of outdated milk and left-overs from only God knew when. I pulled out an uncut loaf of bread and sawed off two sloppy slices of Jewish rye and cooked them up under the broiler in the stove because there was no.