" Margaret must have been upset. She is normally a very articulate woman and not one for short sentence fragments like that. I did get her point thoug..., as she went on like this for nearly a minute. I finally raised my hand, having heard enough. I then asked Becky what was going on. She stared angrily at Margaret, then asked me sharply, "What is the dress code here?" "There isn't one," I replied. "That should have been explained that to you on your first day here." "Exactly and it was," came. That's when I started running to and from work, instead of driving my car. Rain or shine, cold or hot, it didn't matter to me. It was something to do that kept me from constantly thinking about my loss.Three years later I was finally able to think about her without crying. I probably should have stayed in therapy a lot longer than I did. Maybe that would have limited my mourning time to a year.Basically though, one day it finally occurred to me that I didn't have a life. I looked around and. He yanked my hips up higher and pushed my shoulders and head down with his head and hammered a little deeper,his drool running down my neck. I lost all track of time. It could have been 3 minutes or 3 hours that I was shaken like a rag doll and bored like a race motor. I rarely cum from anal sex but felt like I was on the edge for minutes before a hot hunk of meat began slapping against my ass. It felt like being punched and I realized his knot hadn't even entered me yet.He sunk it into me a. Didn't know how hard it was to live on the crappy pension, so now I work a couple of shifts here and there." Yeah the bastards got me as well. I got my hand banged up, and they declared me unfit and pulled my certification. So I'm a body guard now, but its probably two gigs in one. Most likely it's my first gig and probably my last, a twofer. I said laughing.My name is Tom what's yours?" he asked."I'm Sylvia," I said."Sylvia if you would like, I get off at 11pm and that is twenty minutes from.