.." I love it. And when the period's over, I'm thinking ... He's got condoms. I'm on the pill. And I have determined that my virginity belongs to the ...uy I love.Friday. I'm home. Four-thirty. No Ed. He never works past four. Text. 'Where are u?" Work. Call u in a bit."Where's my Ed?He says he's going to call. He calls. "Hi, my Dana," he said."Ed, where are you?" I'm at work. We had a little fire in the server room. My whole plant network's down." That sounds really bad." It's like the. She wondered if fresh batteries would be needed. She had been using it a lot lately after kicking Roger out of her life, the simp, the queer.When she gave her name to the receptionist, the woman looked at her in an appraising manner, lifted an eyebrow and nodded toward the line of chairs. Three other young women were already waiting, she assumed for interviews. None of them looked as good as she did, she decided as she sat and crossed her long legs, enjoying the pressure on her pulsing vulva.. I'll admit I'd put a lot of the small but damned tough wire up on the wall and the bear now had most of it wrapped up around himself. He couldn't even crawl away and the fence charger was dutifully giving him a jolt about once a second. All he could manage by now was a small grunt with every shock.Fuck the thieving bastard - he'd keep a few more minutes. I headed back home to see what the women wanted to do about him. To me it looked like he had been caught for at least a day or two and while. I was sleeping in my bed when she woke me up at just past midnight. As I opened my eyes, I immediately noticed that something was different. Everything was black. I reached for my face and felt it. Becca had wrapped a blindfold around my eyes, blocking my vision entirely. I heard her giggle as I struggled to peek underneath the blindfold that was wrapped tightly around my eyes. “Becca, what's going on?” I asked. “Why am I...” “Happy birthday, baby,” Becca said. “Do keep that blindfold on for.