We were only 17, hard to believe it was so long ago.”“Well, you don’t look much different. Just a lot longer hair then really. I know you told m... about her before, and how she helped you write that one. Was she your girlfriend?”“Hmm, that’s complicated. And I mean really complicated. We had dated for a month or so the year before, but we both decided we were better off as friends. And it was that way until last year. Her and another friend decided they would be my ‘Girlfriends’ while I was home. " She smiled at me and a tear fell from her cheek. She kissed me again and said, "I will never leave you, my dear Jonathan, after all, you are my true love!" We continued to make love and we both came together in passion. Her crying and screaming in love, and me sobbing and holding her tight. The next morning we woke up and smiled at each other recalling the night before. She snuggled in my arms smiling, "Oh my dear, Jonathan, I am very happy it happened last night. I will keep loving you. “I have my ways. I’ve got friends in HR.”What she’d just admitted to was probably a sackable offence but I let it go.“What can I do for you.”“I’ve got a problem with my waste pipe. If you come round and pay it some attention, I’ll cook you dinner.”“Um, Claire, I don’t know anything about waste pipes. I think you’d better call in a professional plumber.”Yes, I know I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer.“Not my waste pipe waste pipe, silly! I want a repeat of last Monday and I can’t wait any. They all thought it was insane to have their vaginas or asses turned into holes meant purely for sex. The surgeon found himself very aroused looking through the pictures that were found with the girl. He actually got a hard on when he first saw the girl still impaled on the saddle. Given what she had done with the saddle and the apparent pictures of her during previous sexual encounters that were printed off, she seemed to be one of the most advanced cases of someone into extreme penetrations..