For days afterwards I kept a low profile as I licked my wounds and tried to adjust. Days later, I was doing my washing in the communal laundry annex t...at’s situated on the complex where I live. Trust me, I was far from in the mood to be wistfully sorting the darks and the lights from the giant pile of dirty clothes. I resented that even this mundane task was tinged with loneliness. OK, I admit, I was wallowing, but can you blame me? I digress! Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice someone coming. "Almost . . ." she muttered to herself. Strutting out into the living room, Beckey turned on the stereo, and moved the volume knob up high. Wearing a smile and swaying her hips in time to the music, she walked into her room to decide what to wear tomorrow. Something tasteful yet. . . trashy. ****************************************** The following morning, I awoke, not to the pleasant pulse that had filled his dreams the night before, but the sharp rap of knuckles on my bedroom. “I think I have had too much wine to drink.”That prompted me to take her glass of wine from her and poured it down the sink.“Why did you do that?” she said.“If you can’t figure that out, maybe you should completely give up alcohol, Alice.”“I have been a closet alcoholic since Jennifer’s father left us for another woman. The only thing that got me over it was drinking. Maybe ... I should cut back, but don’t make me give it up, please?”I got a bottle water from the fridge and said, “Here you go,. He started moving his shaft slowly and it was incredibly arousing to know that she was filled up more than she’d ever been in her life.“Does it feel good, Red?” Winston asked. “Does it make you feel like a naughty little slut to have both of your holes so filled up?”I moved my hand so she could answer, “Yes, oh my God, yes! It feels amazing!”He said, “If this gets to be too much, you need to let me know, because I’m going to start pumping hard now. Your husband will cover your mouth again,.