It was becoming ever swampier in there. The ceiling fan was a long forgotten breeze now that I was buried beneath a hot and rutting bull. Any thought ...f escaping brought another punishing hand slap against my ass. I was staring into the tweed of the sofa cushion and bit into it for stability agains the raging gail behind me. Nevertheless, I cried out, in manly chest voice at first, but as I relaxed into my role, my screams moans became ever more primal and feminine. There would be more outfits. Her eyes are locked on mine, waiting for my commands. If I told her to drown herself now, would she? Perhaps. Certainly I could make her stay there till she died of hypothermia.Instead I reach down and pull her to her feet. She is clumsy getting out of the tub, and I know she has lost some of the feeling in her limbs. It doesn't concern me. I push her against the wall, holding her there with one hand around her neck just below her jaw. Her mouth is shivering and I can feel the gunfire rythmn of. . But I was always curious to know what it was like to be with someone else, I married a virgin, I only kissed two people who are my husband and the other was a boy who stole one kiss..rsrI always received a lot of songs, but I always behaved and asked for respect, in my street lives a guy who is also a lawyer, always passed by and greeted him, he has a naughty smile in the corner of his lips, which is a charm, he is not beautiful but yes sexy , I never had the opportunity to talk to him in. One of the things that he liked about the commune was the increasing sense of community. People were helping people and it wasn’t always in the form of labor. Sometimes it was just a kind word that brought a little cheer when someone was overwhelmed with burdens.He took his cup to the living room. He turned on the stereo before sitting down in his comfort chair. Abby liked that ‘new age’ music and he was slowly beginning to appreciate it. He sipped his coffee wondering what the future held for.