There weren’t many houses on the street and there was even a farm with horses. I hoped that boded well.Back at home, I found the expected and hoped-...or letter from Birgit. Nothing much had changed from her last letter - just having a good Summer sailing, hanging out with her friends, and getting back into the swing of things. She had drawn little hearts all over the page, which made my day. She reminded me about our agreement and told me not to pass up any opportunities.She hadn’t met anyone,. She sat down and opened her hand, the crumpled paper sat squarely in the middle. She tried to breathe deeply as she unfolded the paper, it contained a number and it was eleven digits long, it was a mobile number. She screwed it up and put it into her purse, Monnie tried to control her breathing, her heartbeat continued to race, then she realised she wanted a pee. Monnie didn't remember much of the afternoon, the note was still in her handbag, it was as if it was on fire, trying to burn a hole. ’ ‘Anal sex on the desk,’ I explained. ‘Would a prude take a butt-fucking in the office, rubbing herself all over the desk.’ ‘That’s perfect. My husband has wanted my ass for years, and Sandy would hate it. But where could i find someone to butt-fuck me on short notice.’ She looked at me smugly, thinking she disproved my theory. ‘Well,’ i said, ‘If you want to go through with it, I guess i could fuck you up the ass’ I grabbed her ass. She pulled down her pants and bend over the desk. Her bare,. It was as neat as a pin. The bed was made and every thing seemed to have a place. She smiled at his neatness and wondered what it would take to mess up his world -in a happy way. ‘Here’s the envelope. It has two stories in it. I have the originals on diskette so you may keep these if you like them.’ Katy took the envelope from his hand. In the next instant, she went up on her toes, her eyes fluttering shut, and aimed a kiss at his mouth. Her aim was true and she sighed as his mustache tickled.