Jen had never been out like this before, naked beneath a skirt she wished werelonger, feeling the gentle breeze that moved through the carriage brush ...gainsther dampness. 'Now, do you taste as good as you smell, dear Jen?' She said, and moved forwardagain, sliding on her seat till she was perched on the end, her legs interlacedwith Jen's rubbing the tight leather against her bare skin. She placed herright hand on the inner thigh of Jen's right leg and slowly moved it up. Jencould feel her legs. I knew she was 40, which made her five years younger than I, that she was a grad student in our creative writing program, that she had gone to college in New England and that she didn’t wear a wedding ring. I knew she had a brother in North Carolina, but she’d never mentioned him coming to visit her. But beyond that, I didn’t know much. I didn’t know if she’d ever been married, what kind of a job she had, or much of anything else. In fact, this would be the first time I’d ever been to her. No, actually I didn't WANT toimagine.I didn't wait for either of them to react and started walking to class,"See you both later."As I went through my day, I thought about how I was beginning to settleinto my 'new' life. I hated that it was beginning to feel routine...normal... but I had no idea what I could do while I waited for theprofessor to get back to me. I'm not sure if going back to Pastor Joneswould help, particularly because I still find myself unable toarticulate my situation in a. I?m not bagging it and putting it in the bin.? Jack stood up and to Sarah?s horror walked to the bushes. ?You?re a bitch now remember.Kerry followed so that she could watch the humiliation. They didn?t turn around and Sarah was forced to lower her panties and pee in front of them. They found it hysterical. They came back and tied her leash to a branch and talked some more. Sarah was really frustrated. It was torture to lie there bored, being treated like a dog and having aching limbs. She was.