She knew what it was like to be dumped. She touched his hand with hers and said, "Mark, I'm so sorry. I just don't know what to say."Mark was sobbing,...and replied," Do me a favor. Don't tell Gail that I overheard her. I don't want her to see me crying. It will just make her feel bad and I DON"T want that. Promise me you won't tell!"Linda replied, "I promise I won't tell her." Linda watched as Mark ran to the foyer entrance to the basketball dressing room, so that the others wouldn't see him.. And now pain was a constant, but probably notfor long. She glanced at him then, watched his face as a small smile crossed overthe tired features. A sudden grimace and then eyes still closed, thesmile returned. "So. Ma bella, how do you come to be as you are? Alone and insecure. Awoman who is not and yet is, more than some born to it." He did not move or open his eyes as he lay on the rug seemingly at peaceas her thoughts ran rampant. How dare he. Get off my rug and go back towhere... Yet she. I can't wait until tonight, she said to herself, her forefinger knuckle deep and seeking, the nail carefully blunted. I need it right now. Her brother was home from school but she was almost sure he had a girl with him. Then she heard the lawnmower in the backyard, pulled on the top of her flimsy baby dolls, tossed back her carefully dyed hair, it was now platinum, licked her lips and hurried down the stairs, barefoot, new boobs bouncing, pussy already warm and wet, in need of more friction.In. She did send some more. One thing led to another and in a few days, we started sexting.We were sharing fantasies. I used to describe what I would do to her if I met her. She also got a bit bold and asked me to send my dick picture. I was a bit skeptical as I had never sent a picture of my dick to anyone. I did take a few and sent it to her.She was like I don’t think it will fit inside me with a winking smiley. I was on cloud 9. We started exchanging pictures. She used to send me pictures of her.