.. I'm sorry Vishi."Vishi had thought she would never cry again, but tears now misted her eyes and she turned to her other friend."Anserk, please talk...to us. Whatever they did to you, don't let it come between us."The former lieutenant turned her head and for one brief moment stared deeply into Vishi's eyes as if she were about to reply. Then, the moment passed, her eyes grew cloudy and unseeing and she looked at the far wall.Meena went back to examining the exquisite vase, turning it over and. She enjoyed being called by a nickname, "Roseybabe," when she takes on a more sexual persona. "Roseybabe" can be quite the naughty woman, giving great lap dances and blow jobs before allowing my out-of-shape self to drive my cock inside her.I came up with an idea where I would surprise Rose with a nonconsent fantasy one Saturday night. I was in the living room when she came out of the bedroom wearing the green stripper g-string bikini I bought for her six years ago during a visit to an. Well, my watch just beeped on the hour and she wasn’t there. Fifteen minutes, I thought as I continued to wait. A few minutes went by and I noticed a Saturn pulling into the parking lot. Could this be her?It was and she parked right next to me. I looked over and smiled as we got out of our cars. We met in the parking lot and without saying anything we embraced each other. We hugged for like a minute before letting go and finally getting a good look at her. I handed her the flowers as I. Bob Lawrence just had a stroke. Know him?”“Not really. I’ve heard the name.”“Stick around.” Then to the phone, “Yes Reverend Metzger.”“Well, actually, you’d have to ask my wife. ‘Love her, cherish her, and attend her worship services.’ Isn’t that part of the standard service for the marriage of woman pastors? ... Strange. Campbell told me it was. Anyway, you can ask her.” He handed her the phone.“This is Terry Metzger. I’m superintendent of the Northern District.” She knew that. “Bob Lawrence,.