The figure had been travelling for many miles, and sought some shelter from the damp cold. As the figure continued down the road, they stumbled across...an abandoned village, seemingly untouched by any attack. The figure entered from the northern side of the village, as rain continued to pour out of the darken sky. There was no sign of the villagers who lived here, the road was clear, and flanked wither side were huts were people once lived. Some shut, and others simply left open. The figure made. She didn't play at the club. She never took anyone back from the club. She had her partners when she needed them but on working days she just wanted to get home, shower and sink into her sumptuous king size bed and sleep. The throb of the engine in her new Ford Mustang made her impatient to get on her way, so she threw her kit in the boot, removed her jacket and she was hitting eighty down the slip road within minutes of leaving the car park. Hip hop tracks rallied out of the stereo and she. “Yes, she did,” I said. Anna’s turn to smirk. I realized from her look that she, Anna, did in fact know the truth. Cecilia, no, but Anna, yes.Questions about my job. Questions by me about the girls’ jobs. It turned out that they both worked at the beauty parlor, well, they did now; though Lea was a newbie to the job.None of us were college graduates. All of us were about the same age, well, except for Cecilia. And all of us liked the food. Well, and it was the Waterbury.The party was good, and. The circuit continued that way for the remaining hours: doggie style, missionary, fellatio, cunnilingus, so on, et cetera. We sweated, twerked, tweaked, fucked, spanked, sucked, licked, flicked, came, squirted, spurted, pumped, growled, groaned, and moaned our cares away.No one wanted to leave when there was just one hour and fifteen minutes left, but that had to be it. We took thirty minutes to clean ourselves up then and another thirty minutes to clean the loft.My extra change of clothes.