Nowdiscover my final fate.THE CROSSING - part 37 of 37by BobH(c) 2016 - EPILOGUE -January 1953... It hardly seemed possible this was my tenth year as Eva,but the calendar doesn't lie. Ours hung on the wall, with now ex-President Truman sitting on the edge of a desk and staring down at mefrom it avuncularly as I checked my general appearance in the wallmirror again. Fluffing my hair, and smoothing down my A-line skirt, Iturned to make sure. We got talking about the old times. Opening up to me he told me that his wife had left him for a younger man, and that he now lived in a street not far from me, and giving me his address said that I could drop in on him unannounced anytime that I was passing.He was 53 years old, but kept himself in good shape. About a week later I decided to call in on him to see how he was coping with life, and to give him any moral support should he need it, I’m like that you know. I was still a virgin at the. His thumbs hooked the sides of my leather look thong and began to roll the object down my ass and over my stockinged thighs. Lifting one leg at a time he removed the thong completely, exposing my shaved slit and arrogantly put the thong in his trouser pocket. Removing his jacket he placed his trigger finger in the small ring and began to slowly remove the anal beads. As each bead popped out from my ass he stopped at third bead. Removing the remainder of his clothes he knelt at the side of my. ”“Maybe, but I won’t be sick anymore.”“No way,” she said. “Everyone whose gotten this virus has been under for two weeks. At least. You think you can get away with just a day? Dream on.”“You’ll see,” I said.“Whatever,” she replied.Now that has to be one of the most annoying words in the English language, right? Whatever. Especially when it is said by a teenager, as if the true meaning of the word is “you’re an idiot and everyone knows it and that’s the end of the discussion. I win”.“Wanna’.