I spotted Anne again round about 1.00 am, it looked like she was saying goodnight to Phil as he left the room as I was walking over to suggest to Anne...it was time for bed. On arriving in our room I noticed the bed covers were a little messier than when we left earlier in the evening but I put it down to a memory lapse, though on actually getting into bed I felt a damp sticky spot on my pillow after touching it with my fingers and smelling them I realised it was a guys cum. I turned to Anne and. At least it was only a few blocks.There were emergency vehicles jamming up Sixth Avenue, but once she gotpast that, it was suddenly quiet. The driver's information had beenwrong. He could have easily skirted the area of the water main break anddropped her at her front door.As she walked along 20th Street, she could hear the sound of her heelsagainst the pavement producing an echo; even Broadway was silent. Sheglanced around as she walked, seized by the sense of being followed. Atone point, she. It was doubly true for a woman out with just girl friends or alone. He knew the next time he saw Amber several men would have been inside her and perhaps even unloaded their cum in her. He couldn’t way to hear the stories. ---- Amber wasn't at the casino long before she before the eyes of several men found her. It was a good night for guys. She was playing blackjack next to a handsome black man who had introduced himself as Marcus. She guessed he was in his late twenties. They were doing well. I debated briefly whether to toss it into the garbage unread, but eventually unsealed it and read the enclosed letter. It ran as follows:'If you're reading this, you must not hate me completely for putting your life through the wringer. Thank you for believing that I didn't throw away what we had between us on a whim.I've spent a great deal of time since the accident with Nicki. You're probably not surprised that we turned to each other for comfort. We both loved Olivia--and you. I never had to.