The mate that I had trusted above all others. How could I have been so naive? A friend had recommended that I go to Safehouse. So I set off on my long...and lonely journey to find refuge in a strange place with strange people. When I arrived at Safehouse, I felt like a true outsider. Like no one else had been through what I had been through, and I guess in our own way, we were unique in the how’s and the why’s, but we had all been abused in one way or another and that alone put me in the same. We were the only family that each other had. Somehow neither, Amanda or anyone else noticed anything odd about Anna. I couldn't figure out a way to tell Amanda without sounding like I was the crazy one. After a few weeks she brought the subject up herself, at one of our lunches."Press, what happened to you and Anna?" asked Amanda, one day while we were having lunch. "She thinks you don't love her anymore." Maybe it was Charlotte dying," I said. "Or maybe, I just realized that what I thought we. “Later perhaps?” murmured Cynthia as she strolled from the restroom; hips rocking, breasts jiggling and the older woman completely forgotten. ***** Oily need slithered relentlessly through Cynthia’s veins, seeping insidiously through sinew and bone to pool in the heated delta between her slim thighs. Her bottom shifted restlessly upon the cold leather of the bar stool, a minute movement of pale, slim thighs that caused the smooth lips of her sex to grind. She hissed almost silently in. ” “Then how the fuck was it. Tell me I have to know.” “It wasn’t like anything.” “Fuck it, I’ll ask her myself. She’ll probably get a kick out of it, unless she doesn’t even know.” Then reading my face, he added “She doesn’t, does she?” “You have to promise, not to say anything to her. Or anyone else like at work or anything.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he promised all excited. “Spit it out!” So I told him how we never talked about her cheating but I would go down on her and eat the creampies guys.