He was back in a few seconds with a garden hose."Stick this in her asshole, and I'll go out and turn on the faucet." Man, you are bad," said the tall ...ne, with newfound admiration for his companion.He stuck the corroded metal nozzle into SG's rectum. She cried out in pain. Seconds later, the hose vibrated as it filled with water, then it did a sort of hiccup and SG began writhing on the mattress. The nozzle slipped out, and water spurted over her back and head. But the tall one jammed it back. "No matter what, Bill, you can expect another visit from me sometime soon. That was the best fuck I have had in years!" It wasn't until later that I wondered just how many years she had been fucking. No matter—she was certainly good at it!When I woke up the next morning, Anfon was gone. She left a note thanking me for a wonderful evening, and I definitely planned to have that note framed! I wondered where she was, because I didn't see her when I went to the cafeteria for breakfast. However, I. Now it seemed compelling."Why the 'Sorority Row Hero' Isn't," screamed the first headline I saw. There was a grainy photo of me standing beside my Suburban with the door open. It took me a minute to figure out it was an old photo in which I was playing chauffeur for Joanne. She'd been cut out of the picture. A second picture was of me looking down scowling. I puzzled over that one for a while. How long had this guy been following me? I finally realized that this was a picture from one of the. I need a man. Scanning the room again I see him. He is wearing a cobalt blue button down which nicely accentuates the blue of his eye and a pair of tight blue jeans that hug his body beautifully. Turning from him I talk to the bartender to find out what the gentleman is drinking and have an Irish whiskey sent his way. Turning back again I find that he has disappeared and I am feeling disappointed that he wasn’t the one. I turn back to the bartender and ask for a glass of white wine but before I.