On my way to the hospital, I began to reconsider my parting words to Hildy. Did I really want to save my marriage? The utter contempt and disrespect s...e'd displayed during her "act of revenge" was certainly not that of a loving spouse - not even one who felt wronged by my actions, regardless of my guilt or innocence. Then there were my injuries to consider. Did I really want to forgive someone who almost crippled me permanently, not to mention almost killing me by suffocation? The more I. It was not hard to commit tomemory the various points Marie Anne had made. I then watched theremaining lesson the DVD. In it, Brandi discussed shoes and boots. I hadno idea there were so many varieties of each! Shoes for me had only evermeant sneakers, and a nicer pair for Sundays and special occasions.Brandi's explanation of shoes for women seemed impossibly hard toremember. How the hell would I pass a quiz on them? I watched that lessontwice. The nurse brought me my lunch and the midday meds.. It was then I noticed the tattoo from earlier. Tattooed just above her pussy was the word's "Mark's Cock Slut". It was small but distinctive in black letters and I wondered who the hell was Mark. I was pretty sure Larry's middle name wasn't Mark.We all took a long break laying exhausted on the floor, when Randy announced he wanted to get a little bit of Sandy's hot pussy.Larry asked if I would be interested in going back to my apartment with him. Maybe leave the girls and Randy and come back. ‘How do I look?’ I purred between short breaths. ‘You are beautiful,’ he told me once again. Then, I asked ‘Want to know how I feel?’ At once, he stopped advancing the shutter and placed the camera on his light table. He kneeled in front of me, slid his tongue into my mouth and his hand onto my naked crotch. I kissed him back, craving more of him with each passing second. Grabbing his collar, I pulled him closer and directed him towards the floor. Flat on his back, I straddled his waist while.