I didn't hear him so figured he must have already left for the day. Just then the phone rang and I picked up the receiver and without thinking I said... “Hello.”“Hello Mrs. Johnson.”“Vincent?” I asked. “Is that you?”“Yes it's me. Is hubby around. Hopefully beside you in bed.” Vincent said in a loud voice.“No, thank goodness. Especially after last night. That can never happen again. I don't know what got into me.” I said thinking back to the previous night at my daughter's one year. After a further year I began dating seriously but for all the ease of communication I never connected. Kofryna was always there in my heart and in my mind.Almost every second year I made the trip back to Irakleia and to the cantina. Kastor was still there, getting fatter and greyer, still laughing at my choice of beverage during the hot day. He had seen Kofryna only once five years before and had failed to keep the note she had left for me. The following year, when he had told me, I had kicked. She could feel his hard cock slapping against her hole, depositing on her folds the drops of precum. Within moments, though, his finger was at the entrance. For a moment, the victim in her came to the fore again, wanting to push his hands away, but as soon as his index finger parted her lips, she knew she couldn't stop him. She knew, as wrong as it was, that she wouldn't.Stanley felt her body relax, as if she had finally started to enjoy the rape. In his inebriated state, he couldn't. She dressed a bit like a skater punk, but that in no way subtracted from her innate beauty. Over the course of the night, I killed the bottle of Crown Reserve, and the spliffs were having a nice effect on me as well. Eventually, my buddies decided to leave, but I was enjoying myself too much, and I couldn't drive in the state I was in, so I decided to stay, with the plan being to crash in Rachel's guest room. As the party continued to dwindle, only a few of us remained. We headed inside to play.