Usually, about half the time Frank woke up with a hard on and had to wait for it to subside before getting on with his morning ritual. Now that his ha...d ons were being put to good use rather than being wasted, he began waking up with a full-on woody every single morning.Marcia was surprised to find that she was enjoying sex with Frank more at the end of the month than she had at the beginning. In the first week, she had found the enforced morning arousal a little annoying. She didn't come when. Then she smiled. ‘There’s our ticket in. Come on.’ Hawk jogged across the parking lot to a car that had just pulled up. A little old lady climbed out stiffly and was digging at the grocery bags in the back seat. ‘Ma’am, let us help you carry those in,’ Hawk said. The woman peered suspiciously at Hawk. ‘I really shouldn’t let strangers help me into my apartment.’ I pulled out my District Attorney’s ID and badge. ‘I’m an officer of the court, ma’am. Does that help?’ The old woman nodded and. We would lie on my bed snogging full, my hand gently wankinghim off, tongues playing deeply as he came for me, came for his new girl.Getting a little bolder on weekends, I would often come down stairs whilemother was out, and meet him at the back door. I would make him coffee asmy mother would, balancing about the kitchen in mums high heels, a dressand full make-up. He liked the taste of my lipstick when we first kissedat the door. Before making out with him in the new found areas of theliving. Such a shame we live in such an imperfect world, where sorrow and hate abounds, where greed and malice destroys perfection. Oh! God why did you make it like that? She could have lived in happiness, and not shed a tear. Unless tears of joy, of love and kindness. For such perfection there must be imperfections, and they abound in our world. We tend to look the other way when we see them, to ignore the evil, to pretend it does not exist, for evil is the failing, the failing of existence, the.