Maybe June has never had that. Maybe she doesn’t have the strength. Maybe I’m the only one who can help her set things right for herself. It doesn...��t matter if she could be a trap. She’s a person, a human, and Reyna has treated her like property. I can undo that. I can help.“You need me, don’t you?” I ask.She nods.“You need my strength?”She nods.“Look at me, June.” She does. “You’re not a slut or a whore or anything like that. What Reyna said isn’t true.”“But I moved in with her, a stranger, for. Just like clockwork, she always had one dry pair and one wet pair of her panties on the shower rod. I went though her panty drawer and counted 14 pairs of panties, and all of them were white except for one pair of black. For a couple of months the thought of her watching me masterbate excited me even more. I finally got brave one day and left her bathroom door open about a half inch. I got naked and. “You know,” I began as my fingers began rubbing her clit “I read an article that said a marriage can benefit from bringing a third person into the bedroom every couple of years. I assumed it was talking about another woman but I suppose it would be true of another man as well.” I kept the stimulation of her clit going as I waited breathlessly for her response. Then, in a quiet, breathy voice she said “I don’t know honey, that seems kind of wrong. Is that something that you think you might. Then came men holding aloft brightly coloured banners depicting agriculture labourer holding scythes, colliers with pickaxes, foundry workers against a background of smoking furnaces.These were the members of the local Hampden Club, marching in groups applicable to their trade and occupation. There were also banners proclaiming similar sentiments as those carried in 1819 at Manchester, extolling ‘universal suffrage’ and ‘a fair days pay for a fair days work’.The banner carrying men halted about.