?I’ll kill you if I have to.? But of course she was confused and scared, and her first reaction was to scream, so I hit her in the back of th... head again. ?Get to your feet,? I said. She was breathing really hard, and I was afraid she might hyperventilate, but she managed to stand. I took my hand away from her mouth. Although she was on the verge of sobbing, her breath coming in jagged spurts, she didn’t scream and she was obviously trying to be quiet. ?That’s a good girl,?. But times keep changing - so I hope there is still room for another storyabout a quite young and efficient husband who has, nonetheless, problemswhich set him daydreaming in a third way... (Since here the "daydream sequences" cannot be marked by italics or such,they start and end by '+++' .)[Note,I am writing this not in my native language - so pretty prettyplease forgive me if I pull any horrible boners in American usage or, onthe other hand, should sometimes construct sentences like a. He slid his hand down until he brushed over the top of her bush, her body trembled as he yanked a sprig of hair until she yelped. Before she could react again, his hand slid down over her naked vulva, his hand found her pussy wet, the wide spread of her legs left her pussy lips open and vulnerable. His fat finger found her slit and slid in, enjoying the wet, slick inner lips. ?I like a girl that gets wet for me,? he teased her. ?And you’re drenched.?He had found her secret, her pussy. Calyndi let her arm fall across her face, blocking out the searing light of day, and doing so reminded her of the previous morning when Linki had helped her leave the graveyard. Linki. The irony was that, rather than feeling betrayed, Calyndi felt a strange sort of pride in Linki's actions. For too long her friend had assumed a human guise, integrating herself into the lives and emotions of the mortal inhabitants of the city. For too long, Calyndi had underestimated her, assuming that this love.