Youre shaking. Are you angry? She shook her head and removed her hands from his gentle touch. This is it. This is the time to air my dirty laundry. To...tell him how I feel. But she had no idea where to begin. Do I tell him about how Ive loved him all this time? About how I gush about him to my friends? About how I think of him EVERY night? Please say something, Cheyenne. Jason begged. Dont do this to me. Say anything. She sat up in her chair and nodded. Her face slowly morphed into a smile. Her. I just want to fuck you again’. Then the NY guy said “Cmon, I know that Pedro has been fucking you!’. I said ‘he fucked me once! Just like you!’. And he said ‘Pedro told me that you gave him a blow job?. How come you did not give me a blowjob?’ I said ‘Are you for real?’. Then I said ‘you know, I thought that you were a cool guy until about 5 minutes ago. And the other guy is coming back, so can we drop this? Please?’. And the NY guy said ‘do you promise to fuck me again?’ and I said. The creaking of their bed, the squeaking of the box springs as they moved together, the muffled sounds of their words of endearment to each other, each and every sound they made brought back memories to Jean. Oh God, she thought, how long had it been since she had the warmth and comfort of a man between her legs? It had almost been a year now since that fateful night that she and her husband had gone dancing at the Four Corners Bar near Roanoke. She had seduced her husband that night, before. They both grabbed a cane and beated my feet merciless with it. Followed by single tails. I screamed in pain as it hurted terribly. Aah, look at the bitches feet. Nice bright red with deep red and blue welds…. Oke, we can go on the next stage. They grabbed a few candles and started dripping hot candlewax on my now very sensetive feet. After they covered my feet in candlewax they again whipped my feet until the wax was all gone. They lit up a sigarette…. I looked at the sigarettes with scared.