His body was to die for and his dick was meaty. I’d be sucking on it and riding it while my bestie was asleep in the next room. Tyrone beat my booty...up every weekend until he graduated and joined the Marines. I saw Tyrone a year ago. He’s married now and still fine as hell. He fucked me just like he had back in the day, but his stroke game was even better.“Fuck me, Tyrone,” I begged him.“Yeah, you big booty faggit,” he howled. “Take this eight inch dick, bitch!”“I love your dick!”“I love this. I just wanted you. I was so wrong."His second mistake."Really, Vince? Because Gabby texted me on my way over here and she said she had just talked to you."Vince gave Lizzie a blank stare."Oh ... you mean did I talk to her ... uh ... today? Oh yeah, of course I talked to her. Actually, we just texted. I didn't know what you meant." You're such an ass, Vince. Seriously. I know she was here. I can still smell her perfume. Gabby didn't want to get back together, so you called me as soon as she was. The down time didn't last so long Tuesday morning. I was awake for about an hour between breakfast and lunch. The skinny broad with the bad hair came into the room. I realize in my foggy mind that it was Sylvia Porter."Well damn, I must be hurt worse than I thought," I said and smiled."Well, I sure hope you feel better than you look Rose," Sylvia said. She also smiled."I don't," I said."When you get out of here, we have a bunk for recovery at Church Camp, if you need it. Most of us don't have. Her doctorate was important to her, and after receiving her PhD in psychology, she planned to work full time in her field and would most likely leave Carol's employ, but that was at least a year away.When Carol woke up Sunday morning, it wasn't to the raucous noise of snores, but to the gentle lapping of Denise's magic tongue. She'd sensed David's presence while she and Denise were making love, but he didn't' touch her and didn't stay long, probably because he feared a repeat of the pain caused.