Travis slumped on top of me and I looped my arms and aching legs around his back. His cock was still hard inside me and I could feel the mixture of hi... cum and my wetness leaking down in between my ass cheeks. Out of nowhere I announced, “I wanna drive your car.” Travis started laughing. “I don’t let anyone drive my Baby. It's just too personal. Ha ha Look what you did to your truck! Can you even drive a stick?”“The truck was not my fault!!! Of course I can drive a stick! I will be gentle with. It was finally Friday, and payday to boot. The week just seemed to drag along. I didn't have any plans, but I just wanted to be off work and relax. I went to the store and got my usual bottle of brandy, and some movies. I was definitely a home body, but Friday's were always special to me, especially the first payday of the month. I always treated myself to something new. Well, this particular time, I chose to get myself a new toy. I didn't want anything ordinary. I wanted something that was. "I'm not sure what you mean?" Mihoshi asked with a laugh, batting those vicious baby blue's."Ok, then I'll spell it out for you," Kiyone sighed, wondering if she should even try. "You took that job as a waitress, so you could have some spending cash and help out with household expenses?" Uh huh." Mihoshi nodded, looking on as key, used her fingers as a visual aid."Then, you started hostessing, about two months ago?" She ventured. "Because it would mean a raise in pay and tips?" Right?" And so. A cruel joke that such wanton slaughter should be so idyllically named. The love of her life had probably died by some unspeakable act of violence. A small mercy that the telegram didn’t say specifically. Running home, she threw the telegram on the dinette and lay on her bed sobbing and pounding the pillows with her fists. It wasn’t fair. They’d barely started their life and now it was all over. She was furious. She was angry at God for not watching out for her man. She was angry at the idiots.