Think you can live with that?" she declared."Yeah, I guess it's probably better than 'Hey, you', but not by much," he groused back at her. "Mary Ellen... huh? I'll try to remember that." Then something approaching gratitude swept through his head. "Oh, by the way? Thanks." For what? And you're welcome ... I think," Mary Ellen almost snapped her response at him, but something demanded that she pull in her claws."For nursing me back to life for a start. Or was that the wrong thing to say?"Christ,. I couldn't get up the interest to look for an apartment, and got a long-term room in a fleabag hotel because it was quick and easy. The room had a television, though I didn't watch it much. I read a lot of books, though it took a really good one to keep my mind off my loss.I kept my job as an accountant, because it was somewhere to go during the day, and I could dull the pain by letting the numbers distract me. Tax season was the best, because I was busy extra hours of the day. I turned. A new message that says for me to load up my laptop and get the web cam ready as I have some "admirers" that want to watch me. Oh my! I turn on my web cam, positioning it so anyone who wants can watch me uselessly fuck myself just because you told me to, slavishly writhing as my ass is impaled over and over again.Suddenly I hear your voice, "Don't turn around bitch but continue, you have an paying audience now, they want to see you perform for them!" I feel something land on my thigh, its a. Was a couple hours ahead of schedule so in no real big hurry. The road was 3 lanes on each side and traffic was heavy. I was over in the granny lane taking my time watching all the office girls on their way home from work in their short skirts. What happens next is a lot more common than you may think. Seen it plenty of times over the years. A brown Jeep came slowly passing by. When it got beside me I could see the guy was stroking his cock. He appeard to be tall thin guy dressed like an office.