And send some more poems!I heard nothing more.A year or so later, a reader asked me about "Wendy". My curiosity was piqued. I asked a friend of mind, ... computer whizz, if he could find the home address from the email address.He could. It was outside a small fishing port on the coast of East Anglia. I won't say exactly where, but it was a semi-detached right by the sea.A girl opened the door. A young woman, I should say. She looked seventeen, eighteen, but could have been. .all the way." Damn, why?" Honestly, it makes me horny as hell. I've been fucking all day. But you knew that, already." she stuck her tongue out at me, taunting."Yeah, I heard some of it, too. Thanks." "You're welcome." sarcasm, but I was used to that from her."Well at least one of us is getting laid. My girl dumped me, I guess it was for the best, anyway." Probably, she was a fucking bitch to you." She was on birth control and still made me use a condom." WHY!?" she exclaimed, "fuck condoms, I. "I took her upper arm in my other hand, drawing her closer. She looked atme with eyes brimming over with sorrow and confusion, then I enfoldedher in my arms and held her against my chest as she very quietly wept.We remained that way for a long time, and then finally, Sangeeta satback upright and said, "I'm sorry." It's fine," I replied. "That's what I'm here for. Have shoulder, willcuddle."She giggled then wiped at her eye with the heel of her palm. "I bet Ilook terrible." Are you kidding?. It’s time for me to get a little action.”Amy smiled. “Of course, mistress. Anything to please you.”Tracy turned around and starting unlocking Amy’s wrist and ankle cuffs. Once they were undone, she tossed the bondage bar aside. However, she left Amy’s unrestrained cuffs on. Amy relaxed her body, with her arms and legs now free to move around.“Thank you, mistress,” said Amy.“You’re welcome. You’ve been a good girl so far, so I’ll give you – and me – a little treat.”Tracy started undressing. She.