Snapping my head to look at Gabriella, I held out my hand for her to give me the phone, her knees still in the crook of my arm. She complied immediate...y, and I hung up on the dispatcher. I then slowly lowered her to her feet, but when her knees buckled underneath her, I lowered her to the ground instead.I quickly replied to her confused expression. “Like I said. No one. Don’t even tell your friend. Understand?”She nodded slowly, just as confused as before, but then she heard the car approaching. He pushed me into the living room and continued and thoughts of this type simply disappeared as his fingers opened me and I became quickly receptive both physically and mentally. He stripped me and took me on my knees again on the floor, I was soon to learn that this was his favoured position. I didn't have the pain of losing my virginity this time and he forced me into accepting the pleasure that soon built up inside me. Two full orgasms hit me as he used me. After his cock had opened and. The major difficulty about writing a story based on the day-to-day activities of a water-softener installer is that after a while, the days tend to sort of merge into one another. I will, therefore - to cut a long story short - tell you only about the interesting bits.The most interesting bit about that Tuesday morning was Linda Shoesmith, a tall, dark-haired, very attractive and amazingly well-developed woman of about twenty-three or four. Her husband, or I guess I should say, partner, worked. I was that alone in the world.When I read the news of my murder, it made me feel mad, sad, and depressed in turns. After dying in seven different lives, it was like the universe was staying up nights to make sure I never got a break. I'd lost loves, had lovers turn on me, had loved ones die, been there when lovers died, and had one commit suicide, and then die in another timeline, besides.Having to pretend to die really got my goat.Roberta called and gave me more bad news. "My bosses are moving.