"Marcus?" she turned, eyebrows drawn. "Why, what's wrong with Marcus?" You heard them throw someone out, right?" she nodded. "Marcus." MARCUS?" That d...ew a couple of stares, and she quieted down a little. "Marcus doesn't drink." Well he does now, and word is he makes a lousy drunk." Shit!" she grabbed her own coat, buckling it on as she followed her room-mate out into the corridor. "Where do you think he is?" He's your secret lover, you tell me." Alright... he's only been drunk once before,. Mom and Dad supplied some spare furnishings, as did a couple of people at the shop, including Bob.Mom insisted on buying the sheets and towels, as well as the kitchen utensils. By the time I moved in, I had everything I needed to live there comfortably. The first weekend after moving in I sat down and mailed a change of address to everyone I could think of, including Bernie and Deb. I also let them know my new phone number. I had a cell phone now, but I used it almost exclusively for work. It. It was her wish that I should live here as I was her favourite and it was convenient for my work. It was a small by today’s standard house, just two bedrooms on one side of the central hallway and the lounge room and kitchen on the other with the bathroom and laundry in the lean-to across the rear. It originally had an outdoor toilet in the back corner of the yard that backed onto a laneway, conveniently placed so that the ‘night carter’ could remove and replace the pan without entering the. The vision came back.Melissa felt something hot and wet around her hand and when she looked down she realized her arm disappeared into a bush of orange pussy hairs. She was buried to the wrist and she could even feel the pussy hairs tickling her arm. When she looked up, Alex's eyes met hers. She was groaning and grabbing the bedspread in a balled fist.Before Melissa could determine what Alex's expression meant she realized someone was pressed against her back. She felt hard nipples and coarse.