Glancing in the mirror Hailey could see the scratch marks on her belly and twisting sideways saw they were on her calves and hips. For her they were t...e marks that showed she was truly Sam’s bitch but at the same time knowing she would have to explain them to her husband made a second mental note to get socks for the dogs. Leaving the cottage Hailey headed to the outdoor dog pen with Sam following her, sniffing the air and every so often nipping at her buttocks and growling for her to assume. I’m getting a reputation as a real slag round where I live and that suits me fine, because that’s what I am. I’m out to get as much fun as I can while i’m young and hate the idea of settling down with a guy – boring! When i’m out on the town with my mate Sharon at the weekends, we always make sure we pull a couple of new blokes at a pub, who look like they will buy us drinks all night. We usually go for older, married looking guys and let them chat us up. More often than not we’ll end up out in. “It’s a Winnebago?” “A Minnie Winnie. It was a 25th anniversary gift from my ex, last June.” I loosely explained.“It’s Cute.” Tim chirped. “But not as cute as you two messing around in the corner.”“Cute, huh? What would you say if I told you she played with my tits in the bathroom about 20 minutes ago, and I felt her sexy bush? You think that’s cute you fucking man-whore?” Rachael flirted commandingly with her obviously open man, so different than my closed off, dreadful marriage. My own. When a white haired crone heard my noisy approach, she admonished me.“Shish, I just got the kids to bed.”“Oh, sorry.”She touched my face awkwardly in order, apparently, to ascertain who I was. She may have been half- blind at her age for all I knew at that juncture. Her kindness promptly became evident when she wiped the sweat off my brow and gave me a drink of water. She explained that she had detected thirst when she had felt my face.She said, “My name is Valentia. Some people refer to me as.