His day had been every bit as bad as mine, I realized, even worse, and probably we were all broken now, a little bit."She used to touch me, down there... my ... dick," Chris started talking. "Sometimes she'd kiss it, kiss ... Me. My lips, my mouth. She called it a movie kiss, and I didn't know. I thought it was what mom's do."Another long pause and Chris was crying, making me cry too."She never tried to ... I mean we didn't have sex or anything," Chris said weakly. "She wanted to, maybe, after I. It doesn't mean anything." "Would you like to speak to your husband and hear it from him?" "Yes, I would," I say hoping to call this prankster's bluff. There is a shuffling in the background and then my husband is on the phone. "Gwen, honey, this is Bill." "Oh my God, Bill, are you alright?" "For the moment, sweetheart, but I don't want you to listen to him. He ?." Billwas cut off. Oh my God!! This can't be happening. Why would any one do this to us? Whatkind of person is this? What should I. "You should tell them to move those cars," I informed Robert. "Mrs. Smith is a nosy bitch, and she'll call the cops if you're parked in the street too long."I noticed the silence surrounding us finally."Actually, Mrs. Smith should be out here," I said confused. "It's been a while since someone got thrown out a window in this neighborhood. Like maybe never, but if it ever happened Mrs. Smith would definitely know!" We're redirecting your neighbors' attention," Robert said nonchalantly. "Come,. I responded that I would love to stop over and see him. A few messages later he asked if I would be dressed like a hooker wearing all black and of course I said yes.Just so happens that I picked up my dry cleaning that day and a couple of my black skirts and dresses were in with the others. I wanted to please him for the last time we were together his cock was so hard like a rock and he treated me like a street slut. I took a quick bubble bath, did my make up (black cats eyes) dressed in all.