”“Suit yourself, Mrs. Smith chided, “but don’t blame me if people sneak in.”Nicole just smiled, said her good-byes and walked the four block... to the city park.The park was huge, plenty of playgrounds for children, miles of walking trails, baseball and soccer and cricket fields, and, most importantly to Nicole, benches, benches everywhere.Nicole smiled and hummed as she traverse the park at a leisurely pace heading for her favorite bench. She was in no rush, she enjoyed the feeling of her. While she admitted to herself that she might sleep with Greg again, Julie didn’t see herself leaping into the sack with someone else to satisfy some newly discovered slutty urges. ‘And now you are?’ She re-read Greg’s email. She still wasn’t sure what the answer was. She knew how thrilling it had been to be fucked like a slut. But did that make her one? ‘Not sure….. yet’ She emailed back to him. Then she shut down her email. She was a little surprised by her own answer. She was pretty much. Her hair was a deep brown with red highlights. She kept the hair in a short ponytail, which help to draw attention to an elegant neck. Her face was not one of classic beauty, but it had character thanks to a couple of nearly invisible scars on her chin and cheek. It was obvious that she was missing meals occasionally though, as she was almost painfully thin, with some of her ribs showing against her skin. Her breasts also suffered a bit from her light weight, appearing deflated against her. Part of that was tension, part fatigue and part emotion. I didn't know which was which, I was just beat. When Bill suggested that we had more to talk about, I guess I didn't want to hear that but then he broke the tension with his crazy comment and then suggested we go out to eat. I could eat and I wanted a beer in the worst way. So off we went.At the bar, things seemed about the same. It was later now than it had been when I first met Bill and there were many more people around. Seems Bill.