Sure, I was a mix of pain and despair, but there was also a pureness of hatred for Hera that somehow gave me strength, or at least a reason to continu.... Yet deep down, I knew that it wasn’t quite true. I couldn’t live on hatred alone, even in my current state. Sure, it helped me persevere for a time, but eventually Hera’s torture stripped me of everything including that. Well, everything except for the memory of a single smile. I could see it now, crooked, but warm and loving. These days it. I arrived about 3 PM and parked around back. I noticed that there weren’t a lot of cars in the lot.I went in and broke a ten-dollar bill and was just milling around a few minutes, there were two other guys looking around as well. I was only there a couple minutes and I started to go back toward the booths. As I approached the entrance to the booths the power went out. It was dark save for a couple of safety lights that came on when the power went out.I continued back into the booth area and I. Sliding her leg across the soft fabric and thrusting her hips and bottom into a new position caused her to become so aroused that her flower muscles quenched together, causing another wave of pleasure. Half asleep and horny, she rose from her bed and grabbed the silk robe from its hanger, slipping it on. By chance, the soft pink tie brushed against her, catching between her lips and slid between them for its entire length as she disrobed in front of the shower. The water hit her body. Whenever. "It's just the size of it. It's massive!"Maren blushed a bit and said, "Oh yeah. Well I was hungry, though my husband Gabe makes a much tastier chicken dish."Sarah gave Maren a puzzled look before asking, "You're married to Gabe Kramer? As in Chef Kramer, owner of that chain of restaurants?"Maren smiled with pride and nodded. "Everybody's Place, yeah that's him," she answered. "He'd be here instead of me, but he's back with the kids and busy with work." Is that where the energy comes from, are.