." Oh, yes." It's coming up to the year and we're going to have to think what we're doing about the house..." True. I gather there's no sign of Jim's ...riends giving up and coming home..." Eva and Jim are still squashed into that little flat, and Eva's happily pregnant again."Ah! That's what triggered the conversation! Mind you, I was sure she'd had the topic in mind beforehand."Uh huh." I was thinking ... we can afford a larger house, perhaps with a bigger garden. Maybe something with a river. It was silky, something put out for a yard sale. I had this gaga, gaga #2 for years before it was shredded down to the size of a napkin. My third gaga was a red and black striped silk blouse I wore in the sixth grade, which also fell apart. My gagas, which I now call ‘rags’ are like a part of me. People have odd habits. Some eat boogers. I’ve known some men to jack off with slices of deli ham. I have even been privy to those odd characters that obsessively clean their hands or only step on. The power behind his thrust nearly made her slip in the water on the floor, so she reached out for the wall as his grip tightened roughly around her and jerked her back against him again. A gasped moan escaped her lips at the strength he showed to protect her. “You want this ass? Take it! Fill it for me!” “You know I do. Let me have it,” he whispered roughly in her ear. He released his grip enough to let her slide off his length, but not far enough to put a gap between them. Their bodies. Just the thought of it made me tingle.I drove two suburbs over to a small outdoor mall that had a Victoria'sSecret. I needed a bra and it needed to be lacy and overly supportive.Now, I've never thought of wearing women's underwear in my life; thethought was as alien as the breasts on my chest but somehow when Ithought it, the idea felt right. It dawned on my briefly that theWererock had changed more than my body; it had altered my mind as well.As quickly as that disturbing thought entered my.