Addison asked, “How was it for you?”Kimber shrugged. “Not much fun.” Her eyes lost focus. “Not much fun at all. I’d rather not talk about ...t.”Addison picked up her pace walking home from the bus stop when her bladder complained about the two iced lattes. She smiled to herself. Unlike Julia who lived life in the moment, full of energy and gregarious, Kimber was more restrained. She was more mature. It had to be the experience of modeling.Her mom was protective and went to every shoot or fashion. "Happy to seenothing missing or broken. Bit surprised to see something ADDED to thehousehold, though." Yeah, umm," I mumble."We told your dad about THAT as well," Katie chuckles. "Well, not EVERYdetail, but-" But enough to know that hopefully you'll stop stressing out about beingsingle from now on," dad says with a warm smile. "And I'm sure I'll growto like Simon. Assuming I don't kill him first." Would prefer it if you didn't," I say, smiling as Ophelia hands me andSimon a strong-smelling mug. I caught her once by looking on the shower wall. She has a big, black, suction cup dildo she is in love with and if you do not wipe down the shower wall, you can see the marks where the suction cup had been stuck. I could not find a thing. This was not good. Maybe she is waiting until the kids are in bed and her mother leaves. Yea, that's it. I know it's coming. I am going to get a major, nasty fucking tonight.The rest of the evening went well just like it always does. Her, bitching at me or. And they move further down the Tree’s branches, through flips, drops and graceful falls, stretching and exercising their voluptuous figure as they drew near. Behind them, clouds of perfumed spores arose from the very tree to engulf soon the immensity of the air. And it descended.But their voice, the unsettling harmony of the tune they sang to enthral, and how they sang of pleasure and delight. How they spoke of agony and ecstasy. Above all, how they spoke of giving and choice. And above all.