She’d never slept around. In truth you could count on one hand the men she had slept with…and every damned one had ended the same way…’love to...fuck ya’ don’t intend to marry ya’. Was she ever going to meet a man who understood that very good little girls have a right to enjoy cock? No, she wanted more than that…she wanted a man who was absolutely ecstatic that she was what she was…a bright, caring, attractive woman who would satisfy her man’s sexual needs and fantasies until the day after she. And Liya was in kitchen washing dishes. I just locked the main door went directly into the kitchen and hugged her from behind and started to kiss her neck like a dog. She turned and kissed me on my cheeks nose forehead but she was closing her eyes all time. I just grabbed her waist and squeezed it saying I love you sexy. She hugged me tightly and I just lifted up her. Now her breast was in front of my eyes I just brushed them with my face and kissed. Now we shifted to the room. She was very shy. She sells high-end clothes to women who have lots of money and the physical attributes to wear those clothes well. I mean the kind of stuff you wouldn't dare wear with a bra and panties. You know; a dress with the back so low you moon every one you walk past, a neckline down to your bush and side slits up to the hipbone ... that kind of stuff." About nine months ago, Barbara got into a new field ... as an adjunct to her lounge wear, she thought to open a store dealing in sexual toys and other. Like when Poseidon had raped Medusa.He grit his teeth, and squeezed the mask again. Medusa. He wanted her. Gods he wanted her. The ache in his gut started to grow, wrench at his insides, and twist him until it felt like he would split in half for the pain.The mask chuckled, bits of white mist spilling over its lips as it laughed at him.“Can you ... live ... without her?”He looked away, down at the dirt around him. His arms shook with the strength he was putting into squeezing the mask, both.