Cane could see it on their faces. Thoughts of fighting.Thoughts of loosing. Thoughts of what sex as a bitch would be like.Several times Canes new bi...ch had taken him up on choice number three,but it didn't matter. If they fought, it only delayed the inevitablefor maybe a minute, and then not only were they still sucking orfucking, but they were doing so with bruises, and blood, maybe someteeth missing, or maybe even a broken bone. Cane didn't care if (forexample) their arm was broken, they. I cleaned him up and then, while he dressed, I cleaned me up, too.He took me into his arms and thanked me warmly. I kissed him and said, "Anytime. I was beginning to think that you guys don't like me anymore." Yeah, that's a big worry."Before he left I said, "I haven't had a chance to ask Midge yet. Did she talk to you about taking Carol and Madison and Brad and me to The Slave Traders again?"He nodded and asked, "Are you sure they'll go for that? I've never been too sure about how much they. Go home and fix dinner for my family and then later get in bed and have my husband make love to me. I act like nothing ever happened. My boss wanted me to go to a training conference deal, in another state. I thought getting away for a week would be good and my husband was all for it. So I went, the first couple of days were interesting. Then on Wednesday we were all at a dinner when I met this young guy who claimed to be attending the conference also. He was in good shape, handsome, well. As I peddle the boneshaker along the track I remind myself that Sartre got the better of their open marriage as he bedded an unending succession of young females while she waited for him in her empty bed. When we arrived there were tents to erect and food to prepare. Fortunately the men were eager to play boy scout and were only too glad to be left to it while I went to ‘commune with the mother goddess’ in the woods. As my need for communion is urgent, I take a length of bog roll and soap. .