Then she could get on with what she came for- meeting people, building up her contacts. The stuff of corporate life. ‘Ouch!’ Fran exclaimed sudden...y. Her fingers groped at her shoulder, and when she looked at them, they were dripping red. ‘I’ve been shot!’ Monica turned and started running for the hut. It was only about thirty meters away. She ducked and weaved, hoping the shooter would have to move too, to keep up. She hated to lose. But so close to victory, she felt the thud of a pellet. Clare felt that she had been wholly incidental to Richard’s pleasure. There was no affection or loving involved, Richard had not even been upset when she had ended the short relationship last Friday. Clare had thrown away twenty years of receiving undivided love from a thoroughly nice man, someone who had once adored her unreservedly and who she still wanted, if it was at all possible, to grow old with. She had exchanged her future for half-a-dozen rolls in the hay with a lad, not much older. She grinned and playfully slapped his face. It stung, but not as much as his blue balls.“Goodnight big boy.” With a final kiss she got out of the car and headed into her house, a sprawling estate. Jun watched her go, waiting for her to be let into the house. She knocked on her door, turned around and flashed Jun, her swinging double Ds topped by red cherries in the cold air, framed by her short stature, flowing gold locks, and captivating curves.The door opened and Amy quickly pushed her shirt. And she had given birth to two kids. Elder one a girl and the younger a boy.After finishing college I stated looking for a job. During that time I joined a health centre and stated taking care of my fitness. I developed a good physique and with my six feet frame I knew I was looking impressive, though I did not have much courage to venture into sexual exploits. (Of course later everything changed as I had narrated earlier, in my various stories)One day I was chatting with her in her house and.