Mrs. Stern thought it was the funniest thing she had ever heard and parodied my sad hang-dog look so well that I was forced to laugh at my own discomf...rt. Eventually, I was persuaded to get down on my knees and show her my contrition with my devious tongue. I did enjoy her squirming and sounds of lust because it took my mind off of my sister's terrible lack of loyalty to our relationship.In retrospect, it was easy to understand her joy at finally being assured of companionship in her old age. We checked out his profile. Saied is a handsome black man in his early thirties. Emon had me write to him. I could not believe I was doing this! I told him we were interested but would give no promises. Saied answered right away. After a quick exchange of emails and a phone call. We agreed to meet for drinks the next evening. The next day I was nervous all day. My pussy was wet and I could barely concentrate. I left work early. When I got home, I took a long bath. As I soaked I read a Penthouse. His last words as life slipped out of him. The blood from his chest poured out almost black from his battle fatigues. ‘God damn it.’ The Sergeant yelled out as the Medic got there and the Sergeant shook his head back and forth. Signaling he was to late. The man lay there limp and the Sergeant laid him to the sand as more bullets rang out off the truck’s cab. The Medic checked for a pulse then hurried off to aid another. ‘Give ’em a round for Jasper.’ The Sergeant yelled out and the remaining. “Jennifer, Jennifer,” I shouted across the lounge. Jennifer emerged from the kitchen.“What?” she said, standing there with a ladle in one hand and a saucepan in the other.“Did we enter a competition way back last year around April time?”“Um, don’t think so,” she replied as her mind worked overtime trying to remember, “Nah pretty sure we didn’t, why?”“There is some idiot on the phone here saying we won third prize.”“Well, if we did, I can’t remember,” she said and returned to the kitchen.I.