Ya think whoring’s different than another path.“Nay to that. Ya take up a sword, an that gets easy. Then ya take up bows and arrows. An soon enoug..., what’s comfortable is a weapon.”“But it’s not like a warrior will get driven by their choices,” I say. “It sounds like my lust could build up the more I enjoy it, until that’s how I think about the world.”Bruce laughs. “Warriors not driven by their choices? Have you not heard of people who think of violence turning to violent solutions because it. ........ Now with all this going on I was in a dilemma. A sort of dammed if I did and dammed if I didn't scenario! On one hand she (Debbie) was my son's Ex-partner, while on the other she was in fact the girl of my dreams (Sexually). My brain went into overdrive thinking "Should I?, Shouldn't I?, Should I?, Shouldn't I?, Should I?, Shouldn't I?" Before I could come to a conclusion I think Debbie could see the confusion in my face and took matters into her own hands......... "Come her big boy, I. Come and find me when you are done and do NOT make me wait."I looked at him quickly and then looked at my purse. I hadn't told him about this fantasy and I certainly hadn't put the bullet in my purse before we left the house. At once I knew two things--one was that he had found my secret diary of fantasies and two--that he had placed the bullet in my bag at some point during the day. I felt a strange mixture of guilt and excitement as I nodded and rushed to do his command.I found it tough to. She held her breath and stuck the syringe needle into her areola. Ignoring the momentary pain she pushed the plunger down and injected the liquid. There was a slight moment of pain and then a warm sensation. She pulled the syringe out and watched in fascination as her areola and nipple began to change from chocolate brow to bright blue. She smiled in satisfaction and filled the syringe once more. She repeated this operation on her right areola and both outer labia lips.Next, she opened a.