Angel rubbed her eyes and opened them slowly. Years of being nocturnal had conditioned her to sleep during the day and stay awake at night, so she was...having difficulty adjusting to mornings, but there was enough adrenaline in her system today that she rolled right out of bed.Frank was wearing only his white tank top undershirt with his boxer shorts while he cooked breakfast, so Angel noticed the silver crucifix hanging around his neck."I remember when you got that crucifix at your first. A man. A man who I want to know nothing about. I don't want to know his name. Or his age. Or what he looks like. I don't want to know about his life or his marital status. The only thing that I want to know is that he wants to touch me. That he wants to make me cum" "Very interesting Kim. Carry on" " He picks a location . He tells me what to wear. Where to wait. We have agreed not to talk. We will both be silent. I won't look at him. I'll be facing away from him. He will approach me from. We’ll find out what it was when she comes back.”“You mean if she comes back,” Cal replied.“Oh, she’ll be back. I’m sure of it,” George declared. “She’ll get whatever’s eating at her out of her system and then she’ll be back. The big question is how will people treat her when she is back.”Cal shifted in his chair. It didn’t feel comfortable.“We’ll just have to see, George,” he answered.“We should treat her like we’re glad she’s back,” George said. “Hear her out. Maybe she’s got a story to. Brenner again. That cow with her oversized chest. She forced the undignified thoughts away. They were beneath her. He had chosen her.She stripped off her skirt and then pulled her panties down her long, smooth legs. She had been anticipating this since she left and her underwear was soaked through and musky with her scent. She ran her fingers through the dark patch of hair between her legs, quivering slightly when her fingers found her engorged clit. After so many hours on the edge, it was.