"Laura drove home chewing over Karen's words, feeling resentful, and aroused too. Earlene wasn't a bimbo. She shared more with Karen than Karen knew. ...ut more bizarre to Laura was the contrast between this plunge into perversion and the sweet, though intense, innocence of her emotional fucking with Charise, Inky, her wildly fetching teenager. How can I go from that sweet girl into this sick... thing we're going to do? Hurting each other with these horrible devices? Whipping? Biting? And Inky is. But is he not your boyfriend?" He's my life, Clara." I don't understand." I'm rather unique I guess. I love him beyond reason and we both love those two incredible women. Why they love us, I don't know." Your boyfriend, he is a good man?" The best." And you are a good woman."Molly smiled and nodded. "You sure you don't want to join us?" No," Clara said and they both laughed."Horny?" Very." You should hurry back to your lover then." Please."But Molly being horny as well, the trip back became. He took several photos, including one of an old man sitting on a bench in front of a tree in fall foliage. He sat down next to the man and felt unusually introspective and gregarious at the same time. He looked at the half-dozen photos he had snapped, then leaned towards the man and said, ‘Look at this: have you ever seen anything this beautiful?’ ‘Of course I have. I was sitting right here looking at the same view when you took that photo,’ the old man answered crankily. John laughed, ‘Yes,. Little did I know, I’d be getting answers very soon. I work full time at a warehouse in town, and attend weekend and night classes at the local community college. It pays decently so that I can help mom with the bills and have a tiny bit of fun money. Some weeks I’ll put the fun money in my savings account. I’m saving for a car and I’d much rather get a new one. Needless to say I walk to and from work and school unless my mom lends me the truck. Today I walk. I don’t mind, the fresh air.