“I didn’t know he was doing that,” Jack said. He wondered if he had missed something in the last breakfast meeting.“It came up because a numbe... of the members of the commune have to file taxes quarterly because they’ve been pulling money out of their retirement funds,” Abby said. To her, April was tax time and the idea that some people had to deal with it four times a year boggled her mind.“I had been afraid that we would get slammed with tax problems,” Jack said.Nodding her head, Abby said,. You're nothing but a hole to me."Sarah squirms there, breathing heavily, her skin singing with anticipation at the thought of being used so thoroughly. "Is that what you want?" Mark says. This time it is a question. "Yes," Sarah says quietly."No, it's not," Mark responds forcefully, leaning over and shoving Sarah backwards onto the couch, pinning her beneath him. "You want to cum. You want to cum so badly, don't you?" he asks, gliding his wet tongue from her collar bone to her ear and lifting. There were many gentlemen in their business suits, staring at Sheila and me from across the bar.My nice partner girl looked fine. She was wearing a sexy outfit; a tight skirt and a transparent white blouse. I could see her dark nipples through the thin material. All of a sudden I felt getting wet between my thighs…We had a nice meal for dinner and invited Sheila for a coffee at the bar.She insisted talking about schedules, until I told her I was a bit tired. So I left her there with her boring. I had driven by to see the garage still standing with no apparent damage, but I hadn't really checked it out. There were too many other pressing issues. Plus I had a monumental hangover.I was in bed by eleven and instantly asleep. I had terrible dreams. I had been too drunk to dream the night before, so I made up for it the night after the storm. My sleep was ragged as they used to say in sandbox. Never a full night's sleep. That more than anything else beat me down.When I awoke it was daylight.