Denise had school, or so I thought, until 2:30. I did some half-hearted job searching in the morning. Then at noon time I decided it was time to ple...sure myself. The source of my fantasies was no secret. Denise had amazed me all week long with her sexy sense of fashion and that red hot little body. Not to mention, she was a sassy, loud-mouthed young cunt that wasn't afraid to say whatever came to her mind. She flirted with me constantly. Thursday I had gone out for a mid afternoon jog. He was hers, all hers. Though she knew there were others, she and he had a stronger bond. None of "them" could get away with what she could. None of "them" understood him the way she did. None of "them" could deal with the Monster like she could. The Monster was hers and hers alone.She thought back over the years and all "those" that had tried to replace her. Though her Master swore he did not do such things, she knew him way too well to even believe this fairy tale. She just sat back and. “Boom…boom…boom” with more ferocity. It was like someone was trying to break through the wall. There was a sudden wail and a final “BANG” and something dropped on my head. Totally shocked I backed away and started brushing the top of my head wondering what the hell had hit me. Looking down, I found a piece of dry wall patch. Continuing to brush the white powder off my head, I picked it up. It wasn’t big, maybe the size a quarter. But it shocked the shit out of me. I looked up at the wall and. Into the dark I whispered my desire. “Can I spend the night?” I asked. My words floated in the blackness of the bedroom, hanging in the air. I felt his muscles tense under my fingertips. He slid his arm out from underneath my head and sat on the edge of the bed with his back turned to me. He took a deep breath and began to speak. Nothing could have prepared me for the ugliness of the reality in his reply. “I don’t really feel comfortable with that,” he answered as he looked intently at the.