She wondered if London had seen any rain? Tuesday night… What would Jason be doing?On a Tuesday she’d normally meet him for dinner after pounding ...he treadmills at her workplace gym. They favoured Italian on Tuesdays followed by drinks with friends in town. Had he done that tonight? Without her?Reaching for her shorts, she pulled her phone from the pocket. No signal. Damn. She put the phone down and screwed her eyes shut. So what if Jason was out? She cupped water and poured it on her face. Did. Jeanette was in the moment, so she needed a hug."I love you too, don't ever leave me," Jeanette whispered in his ear.Tammy backed away, and he gave Jeanette a big hug, where he picked her up."No fucking way," Tim said loudly.Tim put her down, and Tammy reclaimed his lips. I really just adored them, and the love they had for each other. Anyway, my lips never left Wendy's, and she seemed impressed."How many women have you been with, Tonya?" Wendy was anxious to know."Not including you, two," I. How long did that go on? Orgasms reached the double digits and your moans so loud you probably woke the whole damn neighborhood, but eventually out of exhaustion or perhaps dehydration, you relaxed in each other’s arms.She asked you to take her with you, and you promised you would. She found it hard to believe, but you did everything in your power to help her. At some point, you found she was a prisoner here in this row house, and that plenty had come before you and made the same promise, but. I was doing a hard drive cleanup last week and I pulled up the original that I had sent in and thought it would be a kick to post it in its original form and see if anyone remembered it and could see the changes made by the Penthouse Letters staff. The title that I had originally given the story was The Wedding and The Funeral.I'd led a pretty active sex life when I was in high school and as a result my reputation wasn't very good. Determined to turn things around, I made a vow that I was going.