Would she use her handor her mouth on me? Would she let me shag her? The fantasy andexpectation of what was to come made the pain tolerable; in fact...the painhad become part of the ritual and was the price I paid for gratification.She seemed to be gone an inordinate amount of time, fiddling withsomething she had taken from a drawer next to the bed. What new devicefor inflicting pain was she searching for? I turned my head but Icouldn't turn it far enough to see exactly what she was doing.The. I’m Carolina Angele Williams. My friends call me Carlie.Two weeks ago I was at the end of my rope. I had four dollars and some change to my name, the rest of my ‘savings’ having gone to a bus ticket. Grandma told me that buses used to be a very common form of transportation between cities, that a lot of normal people used them.I think that things have changed since she experienced inter-city bus travel.The clientele was sketchy, right down to a runaway teen with a shoulder bag.I guess I looked. ”When he’d left Diane felt calm enough to get her phone to find out if Barry had sent any updates on the situation at home. She saw the voicemail icon that she hadn’t noticed yesterday and was listening to it when the boss came back with her drink. It sounded worse, hearing Barry’s voice and seeing the soggy mass of the carpet. The boss saw something in her face,“What’s up?”For a few seconds, she said nothing, breathing hard.“Message from my husband,” she said, croaking slightly. “We have a. ‘If you feel you need to follow through with them, will you tell me first?’ He didn’t want to lose Jasmine, and if letting her explore a bit meant letting her play around a bit, he would deal with it. ‘George I don’t know if I could have an affair, but I will tell you if I am going to ok?’ Jasmine could not believe they were having this conversation. It was a little on the odd side to be talking about having sex with others, but after so many years together their love for one another could.