Uh-oh, I thought. Here comes trouble.But it wasn't. At least not that afternoon. Instead, I noticed Carlatreading water and talking up a storm with...the new arrival. A quarterhour later, they strolled wet and dripping toward my lawn chair."Honey, this is Tommy," Carla said.I shook the teen's hand."He's visiting his uncle for a few weeks. New k** in town and nofriends. I told him he could hang around with us old folks forawhile." You're not old," Tommy protested. "Neither one of you."Carla. In the earliest light she had risen, exhausted, crawled out of her bed and looked at her face in the mirror. It was covered with light bruises. Her throat felt like a worn dirt road and was dry as cotton. She stank from dried cum and sweat. Her ass felt tender and swollen. She took a long bath, but her body refused to feel clean. It had been fully violated and forever damaged. All the horrors of her marriage had returned after only a brief interlude of false peace. A new horror preyed on her. .. that dinnae sound like somethin’ I’d come up with. Are ye real?” she asked again.The foggy mask shifted, making the skull look like it was raising a boney brow at her. “What is real?”“Don’t ye give me any of that ‘Mysterious Sandman’ bollocks! I just want tae know if you’re really you, and not just ... the you I dream of.”The skull mask tilted again, and the thunder began to rumble above them. She looked up and pointed an angry finger at the sky. “No!” The puzzled thunder stopped. She glared. After mt last biggest break up and feeling like a useless piece of shit all that kept me going was my fan base on hamster so I was not going to let my fans down and I have not to this very day. Well to much my surprise Terry was intriged and kept asking for more pictures and even stareted reading my stories even though that I had started him slow because I was still scared to scare him away because every one knows my stories can be very hairy to say the least and to make matters worse we.