She did not fuck Kimmy, and Kimmy did not fuck her. But, ahhh, things went farther then I guess they should. But no rules were broken. Do you understa...d?”I shook my head. “How can things get that out of control, and not break the rules? I mean, so far it sounds like she was following them.”“Exactly. OK, ahhh, wow this is hard for me to say. They rolled on their sides, with Kimmy facing away from Linda towards the wall. And she asked Linda to, well, tell her some more stories. And she did. Linda. I was lamenting my predicament when the bed creaked again. This time, it wasn’t just ‘sitting’. I’d heard that noise too many times and knew what it was. Dani and ‘whoever’ were fucking. Groaning. Hell, I couldn’t even recognize Dani, my mind was so muddled. Not until I clearly heard her frantic voice, “Eat my pussy!” the first actual words I’d heard.And then the sucking noises. And the groaning. I tried to visualize. This woman between Dani’s outstretched legs, maybe holding her hips up so she. ‘Alright then,’ the barista said back. Will shot Abby one more glance as he backed out of the front door. Her embarrassment radiated off of her. Her heart beat loud like a car alarm going off in her ears. She looked around the room. Everyone was so focused on their own phones, or their Kindles or iPads. Does anybody else hear that! she wanted to yell out. ‘ABBY!’ She jumped at the sound of her name. The barista gingerly placed a cup on the counter. ‘Large black coffee for ABBY!’ 4. Abby. I’m an old man.”“My son is an old man,” Reverend Leroy Jones said looking down at his twisted hands. His arthritis made getting through the day a painful ordeal. The hands were bad enough, but his back made walking around very difficult. He sighed and said, “I’m nearing ninety years old. I’m ready for the end.”“This broken body of mine is barely holding together,” the Imam said.“We don’t sound much like holy men, do we?” the Reverend asked with a snort of laughter.“I thought I knew what a holy.