." He cut me off "Mark and Jen heard and they are having you for a second time this week. They want to celebrate." I felt tears in my eyes but collaps...d silently on the bed. He came and brushed my tears. "I am sure they will give a nice tip for your birthday and for one night, I will only take half. Think of it as a gift." He threw down an address and informed me I had an all night client waiting again. He seemed generous and had called and paid for a cab. I found he had laid out clothes and. The news was much the same. The market was down; some bikershad raped a girl at a college that was about 150 miles from here. The lotterywas over $24,000,000 and so on.I picked up my glass, filled it and walked down the stairs from my apartmentthrough the general store picking up the key for the Hanover's. I neverlocked the store or even closed the door to my apartment. Why bother? But, Ialways kept the owners homes locked. I put a shawl around my shoulders,pulled my hair out over it and walked. Both continued to make love to the olive-skinned beauty with the small breasts, slowly raising her, so Mr. Peterson could start to check her for chinks in her defense with his two new Chinese rhythm sticks.Getting her bums burned quickly turns her on, as she has been obviously horny for over an hour by now. Mr. Peterson kept playing her bums like he would be steelband drummer, bending forward to blow his warm breaths right through her pants on her pussy, which dampness he soon fondly felt. ‘I... that’s...’ Jane stuttered. ‘I’m Angel by the way, well my parents actually called me Angela, but I like Angel better, don’t you?’ ‘Sure.’ Jane said. ‘So what’s the pain you’re trying to drink away?’ ‘I’m celebrating.’ Jane said. ‘I just signed the divorce papers.’ She didn’t know why she pulled the papers out of her bag and showed them to this strange woman. ‘So...’ Jane shrugged. ‘O dear.’ Angel said. She put her hand on Jane’s thigh and slowly stroke up and down as if she.