The only way to get rid of an “ear worm” is to sing the stupid song. The only way to get rid of a “writer’s worm” is to finish the story and...post it... so I did. In one of my English courses in college most of the class became almost orgasmic about “Metamorphosis”. I didn’t like it. The professor asked each of us to say why we thought Kafka wrote it. I was one of the last to answer and I said, “He needed the money.”According to the professor, I was right. Kafka always said that he hated. Leaving Tom like that was probably not the wisest thing in the world, but something about how the man acted sent shivers down his spine.“Madison? Rachel?” He called out.Nothing. Ben tried again, but the door remained shut. Locked. What now? There was the police chief hunkering down in his back yard while his family was inside the house. He gritted his teeth in anger. How could someone leave their family behind?He tried his phone. The first thing he should have done was dial the cops. He was. I kissed her nipple once more before raising my head back to a normal standing position.I set up the lights and got the camera out as Jana posed on the bed, studying her naked body in the mirror on the wall behind me.“You have toys?” I asked“Toys, what sort of toys?” asked Jana“Vibrators, dildos that sort of thing.”“Oh sure, I have lots of toys, I thought you meant like children play with.”We both laughed and she got up from the bed and walked over to the chest of drawers. Opening the small. "Ok." He simply said removing his hands, then placing the gown over my breast.He walked around the rear of the table as I placed my right arm back along the side of my body."Now we're going to do the same thing with your left arm." He said helping me with the sleeve of the gown. I placed my left arm behind my head, and he folded over the left side of the gown.This time I made a point to look Dr. Nelson in the eyes as he professionally fondled my breast. I could feel my pussy continue to moisten.
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