Then he wet his thumb and inserted it slowly into my hole which made me squeal some and he worked it back and forth which started feeling good and I a...tually moaned some and pushed back. I then felt something cold against my ass which turned out to be lube and when I turned to look and seen him lubing his cock I said I don't think so I never done that. That's when his domination really came out and said shut the fuck up bitch and just enjoy it. Me being 5'7 and 150 pounds, him being about 6'1. ’ None of these things changed the reality. The typewriter still sat innocently on the table as I swirled the deep red liquid in my glass. I felt the weight settle on my shoulders as I sighed. I would never be anything but a single girl in a crappy apartment in the not-so-good part of town. ‘What’s wrong with me?’ I said to my empty apartment, ‘It is nothing but a mass of metal and plastic. It’s not going to change anything. It probably doesn’t even work.’ I looked around my place, filled. The bait was doing well enough to get him noticed, so he started rotating ponds, careful not to fish any one more than once every three weeks. Owners didn’t like it if you won too much, other guys would show up, see you, and go somewhere else.Zippy’s Mom helped us figure out how to keep the bait on the line. She wouldn’t go near the bait shed, but she and her husband sat with us in their backyard one night, listening to us complain. Mom laughed, whispered something in Spanish to his father, and. ”I heard him chuckle, “I think you do.”“Actually, I don't. I don't like being stalked like this. This *is* kinda creepy.”“And exciting.”I sighed, “No more following without me knowing. Seriously, you could get hurt.”He laughed, I could see the grin on his face, “Hurt me? How would you hurt me?”I smiled sweetly from the window, “I was able to get a CCW permit a couple years ago.”Silence.I raised a finger, “Wait, I'll prove it.”I walked to my work desk. I pulled the drawer out, picked up my.