”“And where does he operate?”“Well, only in Darktown. Dockside once or twice, once in downtown. I read the after-action report of The Roaster....He arrived there, but only after it was all done.”“Want a guess? He is a local to Darktown. I bet he has lived there most of his life, if not all of his life. Probably day labor, or some other low paying job. I saw him after the riot at Dockside, he was actually running back to Darktown! Running, on foot! And I bet when he heard about that riot starting,. The final rapture and tenderness we shared calmed my soul, and I held her until I drifted off to sleep.When I awoke, she was gone, but it was real, and I hope to see her again very soon.Journal Entry Number Three:Time still moves along, according to the clock sitting on her nightstand. All of her clothes are still in our closet. It's not that I'm lazy, but it calms me to know that her things are still there. I could call the Salvation Army, but I haven't gotten to it yet.My sister Janelle, and. "Really?" she asked, raising her head and peering down at me. I pulled her down for a quick kiss before replying."I'm not going to use it," I said."Why?" she asked, incredulously.I looked her in the eyes so she would believe me. "The free pass is for one time. If I started with you I'd never stop. That wouldn't be fair to you or to Kelley either."Marcie rolled onto her back, as if she were contemplating what I'd said. I knew it didn't make sense to her. Hell, it didn't make sense to me. But it. Pauls face was very serious, he looked as if he was attempting a marathon without training as he hammered in and out of me, making my big bum cheeks jump. He’d not make me cum by just fucking me, because I needed more than thrusting to cum. There was however going to be plenty of time to teach him how over the coming weeks. I liked the idea of that, and then felt Paul cum, he cried out as he flooded my pussy with his juices, oh there was rather a lot as well, nice, I love cum. I was conscious.