Attaching the pink nine-inch dildo to the wall at the perfect height made her tingle in anticipation. Grabbing the towel bar on the other side of the...shower, she readied her pussy to be impaled but the thick toy. She didn’t even ease onto it this morning; it slipped easily into her slit. While holding on with her left hand she moved her right down to the sweet nub between her thighs. Instead of circles she got straight to business and began flicking like there was no tomorrow. The faster. A few days went by, as they tiptoed around me, until the night Rebecca knocked on my bedroom door, walked in, and sat down at the foot of the bed.She had 'the look.' I'd seen it since I was released from the hospital, and knew that 'the talk, ' was coming. "Hey," she said softly. "We need to talk..." Rebecca needed to talk but suddenly couldn't find the right words. It was up to me to provide, I supposed."I know. I can see it in your eyes. You're smitten with your friend, and need me out of the. "Before I could say anything more the doors opened and we were being seated. I have to say that this was one beautiful opera house. I've never been to any kind of opera before but wasn't going to miss being with Vicky. What was getting into me?I have to admit the opera was fantastic. I would never have thought I would have enjoyed it so much. Vicky cried through half of it and held my arm or hand the whole time. I have to say I got a bit teary eyed myself. I wasn't sure if it was the play or. People who loved the Last Chance Diner did so in large part because it never changed. They could depend on old-fashioned ambiance and sensible meals. The patrons on that last night were the same patrons who filled it every other night.“I thought it might be the end of the world coming,” proclaimed the cook, noticing the flashing numerals and inadvertently starting another rousing debate about the history of the Last Chance.“You know that 2012 nonsense.” That drew a laugh and some unkind.