Jenny smiled back and asked, “Really?” Jenny added, “I was so turned on but were you, caning me I mean?” Lucy laughed. “Why should it just b... you turned on? Don’t you think I can be as well?” “Are you?” Jenny was amazed but then supposed why not indeed. “Go on, check me out then,” Lucy dared. Jenny put her hand under Lucy’s skirt, watching carefully in case at any second she was once again ordered over the stool, got to between her legs and put her hand fully over Lucy’s pussy and immediately. He turned to the wall behind the pedestal and opened two cabinet doors. Behind them was an alcove, draped in black, with the black gods symbol worked in thick, platinum bars hanging on the back wall. Beneath it was a tiny obsidian bowl with a slightly lighter brown interior, a small, obsidian pitcher, and a dagger with a steel blade and an obsidian handle. Chernobogs altar. He picked up the pitcher and washed the blood on his arm into the bowl, using as little water as possible. Kaneez was. Maybe I'll see you another time. Bye, Helen.Frankie turned and walked away. His stomach was tilting and he hoped hecould make it out of the room before he started crying. He had caught hiswife with another man and she was as casual as can be about it. Frankiewanted to sob but decided that was not the way he wanted it to happen. Hejust kept walking, concentrating on his high heels on the tile floor andthe noise they made.As he stepped into the elevator, he saw Helen hurrying to catch him. One day I asked her why, and she said she hated seeing me alone.She introduced me to her friend Diane who was a teacher. We started dating and eventually we got married. It's hard to say, but I did love Diane, although not in the same way as I loved Trina.After we got married the four of us spent time together, and it was easier since I had Diane. Whenever I was home we made plans to go somewhere. The four of us were the best of friends but deep down in my heart, I had never lost my love for.