I’m in this wanna-be poshy neighborhood where the young, hip, rich and gorgeous live. Trouble is I’m too old to be “young,” I’ve never been ...ip, I’ve got too goddamn much student debt to be rich and I’ve never been considered gorgeous. So I don’t exactly fit in, but I found a house I really liked and I bought it. Bobby lived about a half-mile from me, but it was like crossing the border. The hip, young, and pretty gave way to old, tired and downtrodden. Where there was a new coffee shop going. Johnson returned from her meeting. Mrs. Blair slept in the guestroom that night thinking how good life is when you have true friends that know what you need. She returned home the next morning. The Johnsons closed the cabin for the season and returned home the following week. Annie and Greg went to the church to meet with the pastor who suspected his wife of cheating on him to get expensive items. Greg had the pastor draw a rough layout of the rooms, so he would know what he needed in the way. We seated ourselves, and she dished out the pizza. Sandra began."Mark, I've been thinking about this weekend." What are your thoughts?" Well, remember my concerns about last weekend? About submitting myself to you?"Around a bite of pizza, I nodded."Well, I was afraid you might want to display me naked or something, or beat me, remember?"Again, I nodded."Then you dream-ordered me to not wear a bra yesterday. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment, if anyone saw my nipples. I didn't think. Heorders me to relax, then to relax more. Under the circumstances, whatdoes that even mean? He pushes and grunts and slaps my rump. He squeezesthe nipple of my tittie. Is he trying to turn me on or get himselfharder when he feels me jump, hears me whimper? He thrusts and gruntsand shoves some more. I understand how apt the phrase "he popped hercherry" really is when he pops mine. He's suddenly inside me, plungingpast the pain. The rest of the way is smooth and dark; it's a velvetytraversing..