“Jonathan, put this up with the inscription, ‘ardelio,’ meaning busybody or meddler,” I instructed the blood-covered trollop, “and then retu...n posthaste, of course.”“That reminds me to introduce you to Kelly, Kerry, Wendy, and Brenna. A family that chose to join us almost immediately after this incident. They were apparently homeless, quite recently so, thanks to the recession, and they opted to attach themselves to us, given how much Ivan, the guard, had given them so much grief. They felt. As they got in the car, I looked at them a little more closely. The daughter was about 20, overweight and under-dressed in the way that so many poor southern women are. Mom was also overweight but carried it well. I don't want to say they were white trash, but close to it. Mom got in the back seat, her daughter in the passenger seat beside me. Even though my car was officially a 4 seater, it was a sports coupe, so the back seat left mom a bit cramped and definitely pushed up close to us.We. She didn't exactly; it had hurt Ryan, and that was what she wanted. But it wasn't like she had used him like that. Plus, she knew, he had gotten what he wanted. Maybe they had used each other? But I didn't use him, she thought. Just because we did it didn't mean I used him. It just happened, she thought, we both got pleasure out of it, and that's that.She pushed away any guilty feelings, telling herself that people had casual sex all the time, so why shouldn't she? Why should she have to deal. She was quite familiar with our kitchen and within minutes we made coffee.She told me her dress was new and I said it looked “mast” on her. She asked me why I wore Sunita’s shirt. I said, “We love some kinks like that. She even makes me wear her underwear to the office.” She giggled and said, “That’s ok but she keeps flashing her assets here like now Manish was watching her tits!”I said, “She is innocent and sometimes do not understand what’s happening around.” When we walked back coffee in.