He could hear Lana Del Rey’s soulful voice emanating from her room. He hesitated for a moment before knocking. Then from the corner of his eyes, Tri...h emerged from the next room with an athletic looking guy. Should have just stalked the bitch, Rick muttered to himself. She smiled at him as she turned and went the other way still in the guy’s possessive hands. Nice butt, Rick thought begrudgingly. ‘Took you long enough,’ Sharon chided. He had not noticed her opening the door. She got a glimpse. He looked at his fingernails, black with grease. It took days to get them clean after working inside the bowels of a car. But he liked that kind of work, it gave him a feeling that he controlled the car, could make it go. And it sure saved a lot of money, which would be better spent on the house and minivan required of a future soccer mom. That thought filled his mind as he showered. Family. Children. But no minivan. Mustangs were better. Mustangs were so much more Mary. The. “Please, not here,” Danielle says, barely able to speak because of the emotions running through her body. “I want to apologize, but please not here.” You continue to walk to her car and drive to her apartment. When you enter, you can see that Danielle has arranged something. Her apartment is cleaner than it’s ever been and you can see some groceries on the kitchen counter. She’s definitely going to cook something special. “You don’t have to do that,” you tell her as you point at the. I screwed my face up, took a deep breath and told the truth."Okay, I fantasize about being with a guy and being forced to do stuff." My voice shook. My face was red."Come on! It's nearly ringing!" laughed Deborah."What do you want? Its the truth." SMUT!" roared Isabelle "DETAILS!" Okay... I dream about being made to suck his dick."Deborah stopped the phone and smiled, "Go on quick, we're listening." She held the phone at arms length with one finger on the call button. "Hurry up!" Look, in the.