." Lydia's sultry voice danced around her ears and simultaneously, across the room. "Can you think of anything more fascinating than that freckle on t...e under-end of our Mark's cock? Can you now... ?"In aroused confusion, Jean stared at the provocative smile on the vision's enravishing face, her mind uncontrollably picturing the tiny freckle on the under-tip of her husband's penis at Lydia's suggestion! Yes... yes, it was fascinating, she thought, feeling the tiny cup and saucer being removed. Go over to Bart's and use the fire escape entrance. I'll be inside on his bed waiting for you. Trust me and do this." Why are you there...you're with him, aren't you!?!" Lisa, behave yourself...I haven't slept with him and don't plan too. I want you, and only you...I just need you to meet me in Bart's room. Come now...don't even shower. I want you as you are. Okay sweetie?" Okay...I...I...think I love you...please be there...I'll be right over." Lisa stammered, and then hung up the phone.Bart. Meine kobaltblauen Augen leuchteten . Ich cremte mich sorgfältig ein und schlüpfte in ein einfaches dünnes Hauskleid . Schenkte mir am Küchentresen noch einen Kaffee ein , lauschte der Musik im Radio , und war gedanklich schon wieder beim Vortag . Fuck . Um mich abzulenken brachte ich mich in den Putzmodus . Staubsaugen . Wischen und all den Scheiß . Davon ließ ich mich ablenken . Perfekt . Ich sortierte Wäsche , bereitete einen Korb für die Waschmaschine vor . Feine Wäsche . Dunkles Zeugs .. I know some of the effects will run the rest of your life and you mustlearn to live with it"He didn't know the half of it. By that time, she had let her angerconsume her. It became part of her. Her hate had filled her veryessence. She was hate. As he said that she had a flash of anger, SHEmust learn to live with it. She didn't do anything at all to deserveit. Why must she learn to live with it? She said with barley controlledrage, "Why must I learn to live with it. I didn't do one god.