”“Yes, why don’t you use Full Stop or Quotation Marks? You are always using them.”“Well, this is a job that only you can do for me.”“Oh ...es.”"Yes, I promise you are perfect for what I want, and besides you are my favourite." Horse shit. So far you have written eighty-one words, used Full Stop ten times and Quotation Marks twenty-two times. Me, I have been used a measly seven times. Probably should have been used more but you forget all about me. Sometimes you go back and insert me later. You. Her funds had run out and rent was due. Cameron had rung and told her to come in for an interview. When she arrived a very capable well dressed looking woman was shaking hands with him. When she walked in to his office the desk was covered in organised piles of paperwork. Two chairs were at a table with about a dozen files on it , photos were attached to the front of some. Sheryl desperate to get work wore her shortest miniskirt and tight see-through blouse with her best bra and high heel. Without waiting for an answer, Sharon and Shiloh gracefully merged their bodies together in classic sixty-nine position. Obviously, they had done this enough so that there was no problem with where to put knees and elbows.Shiloh said, "I can taste mister Danny's cum all over your pussy, girl. It tastes like you been fucking a white man."Sharon said, "I can taste his cum on you, too. It's still oozing out of your pussy. It tastes good. I love the taste of mister Danny's cum."Danny watched. They look at each other, half covered in shadows, empty of words in their shelter. It seems quieter than it really is. There are distant music from the party, some car tires hissing on the streets, this or that other noise, but nothing makes any impact. They are two breathing statues, and they stand that way until they both realize that her answer is ‘yes.’ This time she doesn’t stop him. He moves his mouth over hers, opens her lips with his, and brushes them lightly. Their lips caress one.