He froze when he saw Amber."Ah, just something I wanted to show you guys in the house," said Walker. "Come meet Fred and Amber, the new neighbors. The...e hooligans live further down the street." Howdy, Frank Beane." Frank shook both Fred and Amber's hands. Frank was skinny and probably pushing eighty, but seemed full of life. He was a tall, lanky man. He had a full head of gray hair. His limbs seemed elongated. He had big long hands and long arms as well as legs."Dick Long," said the fourth. "M--master..." I said. "Very good, Kim." He looked down between my legs. "Don't drip on my carpet, bitch." He laughed at me. He proceeded to ask me personal questions, about my sex life, my boyfriends, and my husband. He asked me about what I'd done for all of them, and I told him. I admitted I had enjoyed giving head to Tony, though I'd never done it for my husband. I told him I had never had a man in my ass, though Tony had threatened to do me there. I told him about all the things I'd done. However, in the past seven years in his position, he never recognized a woman joining the Board of Directors. “Ah, Sylvia, so glad you could make it.” Sylvia's flush red lips curved upward into a smile as she curtly sat down in the chair next to Greg, crossing her legs just enough to ride up her skirt. With his life dedicated to the company, Greg didn't have time for a love life, let alone sexual activity. He couldn't remember the last time he had sex, and despite the importance of the matter. My body felt as though it was no longer my own, as though this labor was squeezing my muscles and bones into an entirely different form. I cursed myself for choosing this sparsely cruel existence. Whether through depression or exhaustion in these last few weeks of July, I rarely ate. For the first time in my sheltered life, I had a genuine reason for misery although I found no comfort in this fact. I was attracted to the mysterious constancy of waves, and occasionally the inscrutable ocean.