” Turning to Cherry I said, “Babe, no offense but, you’re going to carry any children we have!”A few laughs preceded Cherry’s follow-up jok..., “Fine: but you’ll have to drive me to the sperm bank first.”Olivia and Amanda laughed like it was the funniest thing they’d ever heard.I responded to Cherry’s stinger with faux pain, “OOOOO…. But what happened with the mailman?”Cherry quipped, “We broke up.”Olivia and Amanda were on the verge of tears, they laughed so hard.Changing the subject once the. He slapped her six times running until the red welts on her cheeks began to swell and glow with the heat building up inside them. Still she made no sound other than breathing more harshly than before and spreading her legs wider as she pushed herself back as if to help his hand to make contact with her skin.Paul was so occupied with dealing out his punishment lesson that he failed to see the others had all ceased their various activities to watch him deliver blow after blow to her well-welted. I was captivated. Talking to her seemed futile. She was always on some machine working out with the intensity of a mad woman. The best I could get out of her was a ‘hello’. It seemed that anything beyond that was out of the question. One day while doing my usual routine on the Universal, I again caught myself sitting there lost in fantasy as E.B. Girl did her thing on the treadmill. I must have been lost in thought for several minutes thinking that no one noticed when suddenly she stopped the. She raised her right arm, revealing a huge hairy armpit as she pointed to all the people sitting at the bar and asked, "What man here will buy a woman a drink?"The bar went silent as the patrons tried to ignore her.But down at the end of the bar, an owl-eyed drunk slammed his hand down on the counter and bellowed, "Give the ballerina a drink!"The bartender poured the drink, and the woman chugged it down. She turned to the patrons and again pointed around at all of them, revealing the same hairy.