Then I moved more to my sensitive nipples that had been waiting all day to feel his lips wrapped around them. It was such glorious moments to dream ho... he might make love to me.I then brushed my small hair and also applied the cream over my wet legs. It should make sure that they will be moist and mellow by the time he reaches home. The doorbell didn’t ring but all I had in mind was to wait listening to sound. Even to open it when I nearly nude except for the bathrobe that I had wrapped around. What a waste, I told myself. I went to sleep after swearing that the next night I would find something to do, even if I had to go to Dobson for it.Saturday morning I took off on the run. I had things on my mind and looking out for bad guy wasn't one of them. I ran by the store that female supremacist ran, and I waved when I saw her dress a window. I kept on going till I got to the Cafe On The Square. I ran right past it since I was fasting. Oh I planned to break the fast after 5PM. There was. But unlike my earlier escapes into superego destroying euphoria, the guilt gnawing at me only grew more vicious the fuller I got. I tried to cry out knowing there was no one to here me to beg for mercy I knew I didn't deserve but I couldn't find the words. How could I beg to be fucked harder and to stop at the same time? Was it weaker to give into the voice of conscience I wasn't even sure was mine? Or was it weaker to give into my basest desires and eagerly accept my role as a fuck pig?. I held out my hands, A very bad day, if I must say so." Do you have anybody I could... help you call?" She ask.I thought for a few seconds, heck all the years living in Macon, Georgia, I didn't have any real friends, "Not really, I guess... I'm on my own."She stood up from the street curb, it was the first time I got a good look at her. She was 18, maybe 19 years old. I'd say she stood about five foot, four inches tall. And had a very slender and toned body.'My GOD, ' I thought, 'she is.