Other than her meetings with Linda she hadno ties to her former life anyway and Linda treated Michelle as hergirlfriend and she too never raised the s...ectre of Mitch Clooney.Michelle and Linda met about three times a week, mostly incoffeehouses or bars but sometimes in Linda's apartment where theywould make love. Linda was fulltime undercover now too as Michelle'shandler. She was still only on a patrolwoman's wage and Michellehelped her out with cash and clothes.Strictly speaking the money. In a huff, I got up to rinse my brushes. Pretending to paint was pointless when all I wanted was for some forty-something married stranger to fuck my brains out. What on earth was wrong with me? I mean, I'm not a bold person. I don’t make the first move. Hell, I rarely make the second move. And yet, I led him to the closet and basically threw myself at him. I washed the too-bright red paint from my brush and my fingers before packing up and leaving.On the walk home, I tried to reason it. I thought to myself mom might have insisted her a little for letting me stay there in Umas home. Uma waved me bye and left our house. I immediately went to my wash room and started shagging imagining Umas cleavage, thighs, ass and half naked boobs. I imagined my dick in her mouth. I cum after 10 minute of shagging and washed all the cum from the floor and I was back to my room. I dont know when I slept but I woke up again with a hard on. I immediately went to wash room and started peeing. Ahhh. Crissy handed me a pair of chopsticks. I argued and complained that I didn't know how to use these andI wanted a fork right now, but she refused and insisted I use the littlewooden instruments. I decided to make as big a mess as possible.I tried eating using the chopsticks, but dropped most of the food on thetable, floor and myself. And not all of it was unintentional. I alsotried to gross her out by not chewing with my mouth closed and lettingpieces of the food fall out occasionally. Bodily.