Once again my paperwork was read and I was asked to confirm my details in relation to my claim for benefits as I was Disabled. I was asked the nature ...f my Disability and I explained I had been involved in an accident and had suffered a Shattered Left Femur and Nerve damage to my Left Leg and Foot, I also had one leg longer than the other as a result and could not walk unaided. I was then asked to remove my shoes and trousers and stand against the wall to measure my height and see if I were. Becky was coming down the stairs, ready for our date. I must have seemed a little breathless asI greeted her, but if she noticed she didn't say anything. Laurie for her part was smooth - sheacted like nothing had happened, smiling and wishing us both a nice evening. It wasn't untilafter we had driven away that my thumping heart started to return to normal. I even got up thenerve to steer Becky into conversation about her little sister, though she didn't seem too keenon talking about her. Maybe. It seemed...inviting. "Are you going to fuck my ass or not!?" "Just admiring the view." "Whatever. Just remember the rules. You can fuck my ass ONLY. Don't try sticking your dick in my girl place. I wanna stay a virgin! If you fuck up, those two guys outside will get rid of you! Don't forget. Now come on! And do it hard!" Britney's voice was very loud. I had almost forgotten those two goons outside her dressing room door. They looked like WWF rejects. They had picked me out of the audience to. No more did I need the rush of the stock market to make me happy, I was content being home, taking care of the house, seeing to my husbands needs, his wants. But, his wants and needs didn’t ever seem to include me. All he seemed to need to be happy was to know someone was cooking dinner, someone would make sure the laundry was done, and that someone handled ‘things’ for him. I needed more, I always had, but I had never done anything about finding it. I needed to be held, to be kissed again. Not.