I try hard and manage to swallow. The cold trickle soothes my aching throat a little.“That’s a good girl, try to rest now.”“Sharri?” My voic... cracks.“Yes Karen, I’m here.” Her voice is a comforting balm to me something recognisable.“I can’t see you.”“Karen, you’ve been badly hurt. You have got some bandages over your face.”A backwash of memory from that tidal wave stirs my in mind. I remember.I remember his face as he hit me again and again. Slumping to the floor I see him reach for the. If I had a dick, it certainly would have!” She kissed her on her cheek. “Besides, I think you still need a little bit more of me. I know I need some more Celeste time.”She wound up leaving early Sunday instead. With coffee.Jenny arranged a business trip the following March, and the one after that, to the Pacific Northwest, usually for a week. Part of her fact-finding tour, at least two nights for every trip, involved inspection of the Portland plant, even if only cursorily, accompanied with. I sat up to find Willy fucking her date on the hood of my car. He was on his back and she was just bouncing up and down on his cock to beat the band, staring at me through the windshield.“Would you look at this shit!” I said to no one.However, Samantha answered, “The nerve of people. Fucking on the hood of a strangers car.”“That’s not a stranger. That’s my wife.”“Your wife!?” Samantha exclaimed.“Yes.”I sat up, put the key in the ignition and started the car, slammed it in reverse and floored. Is there more or is this it? The man on the other side of this cyber conversation types back, ‘take your top off.’ She types back, ‘ok.’ He types back, ‘I am naked and playing with myself.’ She types back, ‘Really?’ When the box dings again, it says, ‘Really do you want to see?’ She is somewhat shocked and again she lets out a giggle. She types, ‘Sure why not.’ ‘K brb’ appears in the box, she is confused but types back, ‘ok.’ She has no idea what k brb means and she doesn’t want to sound.