All of a sudden she rolled on top of me and shoved her tongue down my throat, a minute later we were rolling on the bed till I let her pin me down. "I...ve been waiting for this for a long time." She said as she sat up and opened her robe reveiling her outfit. It was the same one she wore when I took her in the woods! "Don't worry" she said as the color drained from my face. "I've know for years." While I was getting over the shock she leaned down and kissed me. "Take me" She whispered "take me. I like having my ass played with but my husband refuses to touch me there. He won’t even put his finger in. He says it’s dirty.”Joyce paused and gave me a long hard stare, assessing whether I’d been freaked out by this revelation. When I continued my attempt at inscrutability, she continued.“Claire’s a wonderful girl, so discreet don’t you think?”No! She told everyone about my small dick.“Yes,” I lied.“She tells me that you’re good at ass-fucking and your dick is the perfect size for it.”Claire. I dropped her off at the Farmer’s Union where she worked, and watched her ass wiggling in her skirt as she walked away. Then I sat there thinking, why the fucking have I just let her walk all over me like that? A week later I had another prang, not in my car, but down an alleyway. I was punched to the ground, kicked, and then spat at, and told, ‘Stay away from her, you cunt.’ I sat in a hospital bed for two days with two sore ribs, a twisted knee, and countless bruises. I told the police the. Of course, as soon as Oscar was gone, the reporters descended upon the last place he visited like vultures. Everyone was interviewed even if they hadn’t been present. The buildings were examined from rooftop to basement for anything that could explain what was happening. No natural explanation was forthcoming. The news services were not satisfied by the supernatural explanations.Oscar and Georgia managed to stay at hotels without interference from the press. The innkeepers tended to be.