. umm… I’m ashamed to say that I have chlamydia. The doctor prescribed a course of antibiotics and it should clear in a couple of weeks. I’m so ...orry.”She sobbed, while I just stared at her.The next day I was getting gas and something to drink at a convenience store, when I heard a couple of men laughing. When I turned my head towards them, they looked away abruptly, but kept laughing.That was the final straw.It seemed that, even when not in the company of my slut ex-wife, I was being subjected. “And so she tries to deflect the blame to me, when SHE is the one who is playing the «шлюха» with some boy from school!”I was surprised to hear Tasha call her sister a ‘harlot’, a term which was patently offensive, and was the equivalent of calling Sasha a ‘slut’ in English.“Natalya Vasilyevna!” Deacon Vasily reprimanded his daughter sternly. “Do not use such words about your sister! Or any woman, for that matter!”“But you think I’m a «шлюха» because Sasha makes a false accusation? This is not. Sometimes, reputation can be a very useful thing!We waited until Harold had left the saloon before we stood up. We both suspected that Mr. Walker was going to act somewhat less than honorably, so we kept an eye on him as we moved away from the table. Fools must be born faster than they can be killed off, because Walker reached under his business coat for a gun he had in a shoulder holster. He was furtive about it, but we were experienced enough to recognize what he was doing, so we both drew. He kissed his way up her neck until he found her ear. He circled his tongue inside her ear. He then sucked her lobe into his mouth and ever so gently nibbled on it with his teeth."Ohhhh" Helen moaned softly. "Hmmm? What? Oh, I was just agreeing with you dad, I said Uh hum. Right..."Mark felt for the clasp to her bra and opened it smoothly. Her glorious tits sprang free from their confinement. As he continued to kiss her neck and shoulder, Mark gently ran his fingers over her nipples which.