‘Look around, kid, and tell me what you see,’ she said to herself with a note of finality in her voice. When she did that, the things that she saw...didn’t even come close to convincing her that her ‘failurehood’ was anything but the truth. After all, ‘the Ultimate John’ was gone. (She knew that she could put her finger on why she’d begun calling him ‘the Ultimate John’, if she really tried. She just never thought that it was worth the effort.) So, ‘the Ultimate John’ was gone off with his Bimbo. And they had left off your panties as they led you to the shoe store. You were painfully excited and in the shoe store, there was a male attendant who let you in and although he too maintained a professional aloof, you saw him swallow hard. The ladies sat you down in one of the chairs. ‘Better measure her, Richie, the ladies giggled.’ The man, Richie, sat down on the stool in front of you and reached for your right foot. As you lifted your leg and set your foot on the stool, you knew you were. Just try to relax and be yourself. That’s the person she’s coming to see. Listen, it’s 11:45. Why don’t you…’ Whatever Ginger was saying got cut off when the phone rang. ‘Golden Animal Shelter, this is Ginger… Hi! … Oh, okay… Sure, I can take care of that… No problem… Yeah, me too … See ya.’ ‘Who was that?’ ‘Tess at the market. Wanted to make sure I picked up my turkey for tomorrow’s dinner before they close up for the day at noon. And that means I need to run over and get the groceries now.. Myr reached up to the slim hips now hovering motionless over Ren’s face, and pulled Kerry firmly down towards her. Kerry shuffled backwards, dropped her long legs down to the floor and lay on her front, upper body pressing down on Ren’s, bent over with her legs parted. Myr leaned forwards and began licking Kerry from behind, pressing her face between the woman’s buttocks and sliding her tongue in and out of her pussy. Myr had never found the right words to describe how a woman's pussy smelled.