It struck me again - I was in Idaho! I was actually going through with this! Was it wrong? Yes, I conceded. And, later, I might regret my actions. But...now I didn't care. I was living outside the rules and it tasted like freedom. The late afternoon sun streamed through a slit in the heavy drapes and caressed my body as I lay with legs bent, feet in the air, ensconced in new fur-lined rawhide boots that were as soft as moccasins. I waved them in the air a little and was surprised at the jolt. A young buxom blonde came over and asked their order. Rachelle looked around seeing the busy city around them. Her mind drifted to what she had privy to. His organ was so fantastic. Her mind allowed her to almost feel the strength of his beautiful noble cock. ‘Rachelle, Rachelle you are a million miles away. Care to share?’ Robert asked interested. Rachelle got caught again. She covered well, pointing out a couple dressed alike must have been in their seventies. Robert put his left hand on the. I guess intelligence and common sense didn’t have a close correlation in such matters and all she had uppermost on her mind was how far one of those guys would go to rob her of her dignity.In a way, my relationship with Veronica was a lot more beneficial to losing that sense of frustration I would get just listening to Gloria’s stories of her sorry treatment. Veronica was honestly ashamed of the fact she never managed to stay in the convent because of her issues with getting pregnant and all.. We were all pretty quiet, but as rehearsed we each gazed off at one of KC’s paintings that hung on the living room walls.KC’s eyes finally followed to some of what we were looking at.“WAIT! WHAT’S GOING ON? HOW DID ... YOU MEAN...” She twirled around and looked at me. “YOU ... BOUGHT MY PAINTINGS?” She practically screamed.I smiled. “All of them. I love them.”KC burst into tears. “OH, MARK. I LOVE YOU.” A microsecond later, she was in my arms showering my face with kisses. “How could you? You.