“Three years, almost.” “Tom and I were together for four. I thought he was the one, you know? We were each others’ first.” She looked up at ...e, her lip twitching down into a frown. “It wasn’t all your fault, what happened the other night. You told me you had a girlfriend. You dropped it into the conversation a propos of nothing. That should have clued me in right there that you weren’t interested, but I just—I just needed—“ “You don’t have to explain,” I said. “Have you ever been dumped?” “No.”. ..So I picked up my sensible heels (not my patent 6" whore heels) and slipped then in my tool bag for the drive home later that day.I arrived at the building site and I could feel my cock wet with pre-cum, it was a quiet day and there was only two other guys on site, around mid morning one of the guys asked if could borrow some of my tools, I had completely forgotten that I had left my heels in my bag..."What do you use these for?" he asked on discovering my heels, "Erm they're not mine" I. The dean was dealing with all this so smoothly and the dean hada partner and it was a man! 'Wow', Frankie thought, 'wow. And I wasworried that the dean would discover I dressed. He's giving Bruce more theeye than me.'The four of them talked for a while and then the dean and his partnerdrifted off. As Frankie and Bruce stood side by side, Frankie discoveredthat he had been holding Bruce's arm the whole time they were talking withthe dean.Frankie looked up at Bruce and they smiled at each other.. It was the power of pleasure. She could feel herself pulling back against the golden chains. She could hear herself calling out in sexual passion. This was more than just an intense, extended orgasm. This was the raw power of fertility.Lost in her own pleasure, she didn’t realize that they had arrived at the temple until Buleena gently pushed her back over the edge of the Table of Fertility. Buleena and the other five prophetesses climbed onto the table with her. Someone loosened and removed.