This didn’t bother her at all, as she has come to accept that she is what she is, a slut, and a very proud one at that. Her motto in life is ‘fuck...and let fuck’. She had awakened that morning feeling so horny it hurt. After running down the batteries of her 8 inch vibrator, she realized that she needed more than just a quick buzz. She knew just the guy, reaching for her cell phone, she dialed his number. Alex had never ever disappointed her, he was the best fuck she’d ever had, otherwise she’d. But, we must all agree, or, it's just fucking and running and upheaval without end, just madness. I don't want this to be that. We can be better that. I know we can."I just waited as she put it out there. I didn't try and interrupt. She'd get to me on the by-&-by."Cully, I'm calling your name."I felt light headed. Christ, I needed to eat. My stomach thought my throat had been cut. I needed that promised cheeseburger and a chocolate shake/not too thick. I knew the place Sergeant Gentile was most. Alsover matter-of-factly, while eating a cold hot dog from the package she was holding.The officer assumed he had not heard her correctly. As he looked at the frumpy old woman and the toothless mullet-boy, he involuntarily shivered at the unwholesome thought.He was about to ask her again when he was interrupted by one of the EMT responders. The man handed him a sheet of paper, then returned to his colleague and both disappeared, wheeling the stretcher.The officer collected the paper, and then. After a couple of days of wondering around in a horny state she decided to try and take her mind of her sexual frustration by going clothes shopping. So the following morning after a quick shower she dressed in a thin summer dress that hugged her slim figure and headed into town.She wondered around the main shopping mall before heading down a side street where the more exclusive shops were to be found. She wondered down the street window shopping until she came to a lingerie shop. Stepping.