"Thank you, Kenny," she nodded. My mom had left some coffee in a carafe, so I prepared a little tray and brought it out for us to share. She apparentl... had taken the time to compose herself."Kenny," she finally blurted out after we'd each sipped at the coffee, "I don't know how to say this, so I'm just going to be blunt. And I would ask you, please, not to tell Wally. I've kept this from both kids. If you say no, please just forget I was here."She took a deep breath, and plunged in."Allen has. "Hello?" Roger asked in a chipper tone."Hi honey, how are things?" His mother said at the other end. "Iseverything okay?" Are you asking that because you missed me or you're worried that assoon as you and dad left on your second honeymoon, I'd buy a gun andpaint the walls with my own blood?" What?" His mom said in stunned silenced."You've been telling me to kill myself from the time I asked you to buyme a dress for my eighth birthday to my asking for a Barbie theme formy last birthday. It's. Nothing too drastic but for example, men are less liberated thanwomen are in our world. They still have the right to vote andeverything, it's just the way they are treated and expected to behavethat's different. Hopefully, I will be able to expand on that as thestory progresses.This story, as have all my others, has been inspired by the works ofsuch fiction by Eve's Rib. This particular story by this image.https://www.deviantart.com/eves-rib/art/Two-girls-kissing-a-boy-350089641I hope that you. She imagined if she was off the clock and Denise was her lover, the ways she would exploit that area to turn on her lover. The image of her placing her lips to the tender brown skin flashed in her mind and caused her to smile at the thought. Denise could sense the subtle shift in Terry’s touch. So far, the massage was very technical and professional but somehow now it felt different. It didn’t help that after that awkward moan, Denise was actually turned on. It’s been too long since anyone.