For a moment, Amy had debated arranging for Stacy's medical tests to come back negative, but she realized that Ansel would grow suspicious of that—a...ter all, the medical tests were just a farce. Unless Amy could find a way to break the couple up, and fast, she'd have to actually face the teenage slut at work.Amy found herself lonely each day that week, an emotion that she was mostly familiar with though. She'd grown up an orphan, and had never been adopted, so she was used to being alone. But. ’ ‘How are you going to make it up to me?’ Suddenly, Bob felt like he was back in English class and the teacher was asking for the term paper he didn’t complete. ‘Uh…let me buy you dinner?’ Maybe this was an opportunity. She crossed her arms as she spoke. ‘Where?’ ‘Winston’s Grill?’ She seemed to mull it over for a second, and then held out her hand, palm up. ‘I think I can get out of there for about $50.’ Bob knew he was trapped, and it had been a trap of his own design. No other option. It's just a question of how fast my ribs will heal. As it is now, I'm having trouble taking deep breaths." Ribs can take a long time, buddy," said Jake. "Sometimes six or eight weeks, if they're cracked." I don't think they're cracked," I said. "I just had another x-ray today, but nobody seemed real concerned about my ribs." Six or eight weeks? Oh, man, say it ain't so, I thought to myself."That's because of your filleted arm, Sean. Ribs can heal themselves in time, but they've got to keep an. I'm more than aware of how handsome and charismatic he is. I'm in no doubt that he'd have no difficulty in attracting any sub he set his sights on. He wants me. Although I'm old enough to be his mother, nearly twice his age, with stretch marks and cellulite, he wants ME. According to him I'm the filthy dirty cock sucking whore he's been looking for. A sluttier, nastier sub than he's encountered before. One who's prepared to push herself to the limit. Who knows where the taboos lay, but just.