I sit down on the toilet cover and I pull out my makeup bag. I pull out various tubes and containers holding foundations and cover ups. I use my shaki...g hand to dab the make up on my wrist, whimpering in pain each time until my wrist looks normal. I hold it up to the light and I inspect it thoroughly, nodding at the outcome. "Perfect." I throw my makeup bag back under the sink and I stand up on one foot again. I lunge to get the door open and I bang my head on the wall earning a harsh curse. I. She eats, drinks, pisses, shits, sleeps, farts, burps and eventually dies, just like a man. Someone should tell the psychologically and spiritually gelded human males of America this fundamental truth about the state of the affairs between the sexes. I mean, seriously. American colleges and universities aren’t content merely to give women the same athletic opportunities as men, they go one step further. They take athletic opportunities away from men routinely, even though female. Her building was a brick four-story walkup with balconies full of lawn furniture, potted plants and wind chimes overlooking the street. Cute. In the lobby, she opened one of the brass letterboxes set into the wall and handed me several catalogues and envelopes wrapped together in a rubber band. We climbed two flights of stairs, and I saw the walls of the staircase were scuffed and gouged from where people had trouble moving their sofas and dressers in and out of the building. My breath was. It only took him about fifteen minutes after he wasdone with me before he was back for seconds. This timeI pulled a blanket over my head and reached out andstroked him. When he started to get excited I guidedhis cock to Lane’s mouth. He wanted me but I was hidingand still stroking him. He finally gave up on me andaimed for the only other opening available.When he started to fuck Lane’s mouth I moved away incase Lane woke up. The dog was going crazy as usual andLane seemed to be.