........................................................Now that I have revealed the awful truth to you, dearest Charles, Icould not blame you if you ...onsigned this letter to the flames. But, inthe earnest hope that you have not, I continue.After the death of my dearest, my only friend, the days were bleakindeed. For her sake I tended the flowers and other growing things inour secret garden, especially the roses. Ours were red and white, forEngland, for each other in the language of flowers,. How long can I take this torture? Who cares? Not me! He flattened his tongue and it got sort of rough. Up and down again, nice and slow. All of a sudden, he was tonguing me harder and faster and sucking on my little nub at the same time. Then two long, meaty fingers entered me and his mouth and hand were in the same rythym. This was more than I could take and I hit a double orgasm that shook me, No wait, another double. Damn, then a third. I hope the building didn't catch fire because I. .. the smart parent keeps going.”“She was seen feeding ice cream to a feral cat,” said the disapproving CPA employee. “Cats are dangerous and feeding them reenforces disreputable behavior.”“I’ll just bet you’re a dog person,” Zoe said.“I love my bulldog,” she said.“Bet your bulldog loves you,” Junior.While conversations were ongoing, Tyke was inching her way towards ‘home.’“And where do you think you’re going, young lady?”“Home ... Junior has already told you to mind your own business,” Tyche. After some time the other women packed up their k**s and pool gear, said goodbye and left, leaving me to some peace and quiet. I guess it was around half an hour later I heard some voices and the security gate open, glancing up I saw it was Michael and I assumed a friend of his come in. Michael was the son of one of the few black neighbors who lived two houses down. I knew he had been at college and figured that he was home for the summer. He had always been a nice k**, doing odd jobs around.