Will’s face flushed, with anger, with sadness… he was on the brink of tears. ‘Girls always say size doesn’t matter!’ His lip was quivering a...d his eyes watered until his vision was blurred. He quickly pulled up his pants and looked away to hide himself from more humiliation. ‘You won’t be able to bring me any pleasure with that… please understand. I don’t think this is a good idea anymore.’ Will scooted himself from the edge of her bed while quickly fastening his pants. He could not hear her. You could see he had some money and was used to getting his way. She didn't look happy. Then again, she didn't look unhappy either. The deal is, you're crying in your beer and suffering alone and she's dancing."A new image of my ex flashed in my head. I could see her, smell her perfume, and hear her laugh. It was far away from the sobbing wretch that I left, but the sexy manipulating force of nature she was. Well, so much for my revenge. I wondered if she had felt any of the torment and loss. Now we are just like a married new couple and imagine the feelings between them . It was just like that. Any wife will not agree that easy for threesome(as I said I already married her).Anyhow I took some time for it to say and finally I proposed the idea to her after one night after we came in 69 position in each other’s mouth(we used to enjoy in different positions).She did not talk anything to me but just slapped hard such that tears came out of my eyes. I felt very sorry for that because. So I did as I had been bid, and found out that this was whathappened to divorced sima. I knew they were discarded, but I?d never known thedetails. The border towns were where we all ended up. After only a week in the town of Memele, trying tofind work and failing repeatedly, I gave in to the inevitable and became aprostitute. It was what most ex-sima became, because like my pimp says, sex wasthe only thing most sima knew how to do better than normal citizens. And whoreswere in great demand at.