53. She went over to the counter and asked for a ticket to New York City.“That will be $10.37”, the older man behind the counter told her. She cou...ted out her bills and coins and handed the amount over. He handed the ticket to her, saying, “It leaves in twenty-seven minutes.”Mumbling thank you, she took a seat facing the clock on the wall. As the minute hand slowly ticked its way around, she clutched Baloo tightly against her chest, glancing every now and then to the doors leading outside to. Isla told me that she too liked the anonymity of it all.“So you don’t fancy getting a steady boyfriend then Isla?” I asked.“Hell no, well maybe in 10 or 15 years but until then I want to enjoy life and get fucked as many times as I can.”“Me too, I’m no good at relationships so anonymous fucking suits me just fine, and I love the fun that I can have letting people see my goodies. I guess that it’s a bit cruel teasing guys like that but if they get blue balls it’s their problem because they could. I was positive something like that was going to happen, surprised it wasn’t more.“Oh my God Wayne you pervert, I am not letting you eat my pussy.” Kristine was inebriated but wasn’t completely nutso. “C’mon Kristine, we all agreed, I get to give your little kitty a kiss.” Wayne was wagging his tongue anxious to get his face into Kristine’s box. She looked at me and asked “what should I do?” I could tell she was not happy about the whole thing, so I tried to reassure her. She certainly. I was in lust with her.She planted some kind of seed inside me. One whose plant wove around every thought I had. It was like I had tried meth for the first time: she consumed me. I thought about her all the time. I daydreamed about our encounter and I brought her up in the bedroom. Every orgasm I shared with my Master, I craved to share with her. I couldn’t shake her off.And, yet. I had no idea what her name was. Hell, I didn’t know what she looked like.She was a feeling, ever present. She was.