A tattered rider had delivered a folded and wax-sealed letter from Billy Fields, and the girl had snatched it from Moses, read it three times and even...dropped a tear on the smudged paper before she put it aside.Billy was sick, feared he might be dying and had pledged her his love, foreswearing all others. Anne almost laughed at that, knowing how many biddies there were fluttering in his wake. At first she thought he might be joshing her, but on a second reading became convinced he was deadly. The air tingling, whisking between her thighs, she slowly presses the soles of her feet together, pulls her legs upward, knees bending, wider apart, sliding up across the mattress. Gripping his satchel, continuing to stare in from the side of the window, he feels the slightest patter of rain. Thick, random drops splash across his shoulders. He’s transfixed with the sight of her spread, stretching thighs, her shaven vagina fully visible from between her bare legs. Glancing up toward. Anyway, one night after working the swing shift, we got off at midnight. We joked and flirted about going out to a nightclub. My husband was over until very late visiting his family across town and for some reason I decided to take Jeff's joke seriously and accepted his offer to go out, saying that I had time for a couple of drinks. I figured that I would still be home before my husband and I was attracted to Jeff.We went to a local club a mile or so away from work, with a couple of Jeff's. The light was on in the Smith’s kitchen, which had a clear view right down into Bob’s backyard.“Fuck you guys, what if someone see you?” he asked nervously.“Well, if that’s all you’ve worried about, I’m just going to go ahead and fuck her then,” laughed Jim, shedding his pants and climbing on top of Bob’s waiting wife.“This is so weird,” said Bob, shaking his head as he unzipped his own pants and started jerking himself off, casting a tense glance over at the Smith residence.“Are you going to.