...", the thoughtstopped as anger flared once more at the image in her mind and sheran, from the path through the trees, into the dark, leafy boughsof...the forest. "Free, free," she cried out as she ran.......losing herself in thethought and within the wood....yet somehow, feeling empty and coldeven as she sweated from her long run.Chani finally stops running, tired and spent....and lost.... Biting her lower lip, she slips to the ground, and curls up there...alone to sleep, amidst the sounds of. What date it is beyond me. If it mattered and I cared, I would know, but it doesn’t and I don’t. All of the days are the same to me. I know it’s 2010 and it’s May, and it’s Friday night because that matters to me. I’m in bed in the studio apartment I call home, or prison depending on my mood, and I’m waiting – hoping – praying for the knock on the door. She comes every Friday night – has for almost a year, except for that one night when her youngest was sick. Her name is Nancy. She’s almost 40. ”Henry just nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye and a knowing smile on his lips.Josie’s eyes narrowed and her lips pressed together without realizing it. Likewise, her arms instinctively crossed in front of her.“Who is she?”Of course, Josie didn’t actually ask that out loud. One look at the girl and Josie could tell she was an O’Malley. No, what Josie wanted to know was: who was this girl to Rennie? She just didn’t want to seem like the jealous psycho girlfriend in the process, even though. She pulled my shirt from me, and then my pants, making her way down my chest to where, she noted with a smile, I stood erect again. Taking me full in her mouth, she moaned in delight as I grew harder still. Her wet mouth slid around me warmly and caused me to gasp as she, opening wider, took my sac fully between her jaws. Again, I felt that she would like nothing better than to consume, as she moaned and hummed as she mouthed me forcefully. While always a relatively proper, demure housewife,.