Following my divorce from my first wife, I met and married Casey. Casey is ten years my junior and has a daughter. Her name is Tia. We both raised Tia...from a gangly young girl of nine to a lovely young woman of twenty one during our twelve year marriage. Casey decided for reasons unknown to me, her family or her friends to hook up with a convicted drug dealer and bi sexual truck driver. Not making this shit up folks. She divorced me and moved out of state. Tia and I had always had a close. On top of his head is deep, first red hair that has a single multi-colored feather lodged in it. Quite a stark contrast to the pale winterish white that colors the skin of his face. His eyes, a piercing, ice cold blue complete a stern look. Around his neck is a black leather choker, secured tightly with a padlock that has no visible unlocking mechanism.He wears a black leather trenchcoat that conseals most of his body, and a pair of uncomfortable-looking tarnished silver greaves upon his legs.. In Saturday afternoon, I went to tuition in Curepipe, and after tuition, I had a boyfriend who came to meet me…we walked to the botanic gardens and hung out there until late evening. In those days, it was full of courting couples…there wasn’t lots of d**g addicts there as it is now.We would be sitting on the benches…kissing…petting…and then walk off to find a secluded private corner where we would indulge in masturbation/oral sex. I spent lots of times on my knees with my bf against a. “I promise he won’t!” Fran told her. “In fact, he’ll help them grow bigger by coming on them. I don’t know if it really works or not, but it sure is cool watching it spurt out!”“I can’t wait!” Susie bubbled excitedly. Suddenly, her face clouded over, and she looked a little nervous. “Is he going to try to do it with me? You know, like, all the way?”“That doesn’t that scare you, does it?” Fran asked. “It shouldn’t, you know. Getting fucked is the best feeling in the whole world!”“I heard.