They gathered to swap stories and catch each other up on the town gossip, although they called it 'just visiting.' The introduction of a little boy fr...m Broken Creek amused them. He loved their magazines and refreshingly honest opinions. Old men, he learned, had earned the right to say what they wanted. He envied them.Mrs. Delgado was an important figure in his life. On one Saturday trip she told him "Mijo, no matter how smart you are if people hear you talking with that twangy voice they'll. I'm not much good at this kind of talk. But I do want you to know I feel sorry for you. I hope you and Maury can figure a way to have that baby."Connie, whose head had been hanging down as she sat on the edge of her desk, lifted her eyes."I'm so glad you said that! Do you mean it? Oh, I'm sorry, that was rude. What I mean is, would you be willing to help?" Help? I don't know what you mean."Connie giggled as she slipped off the desk and took a step toward him. "Oh, sure you do. Come on, Dan,. I threw the device down andsurrendered myself to them.Then Emily settled down between my legs and started licking my achingcunt. Marie was taking a rest and watching us frolic. Her finger wasplaying in her in her gash lazily when she said, "What I need now is abig cock. Too bad the only penis in this apartment belongs to Mr.Scuffles". She picked up the device from where I'd dropped it. I wantedto say something, but Emily nibbling on my clit distracted me.Mr. Scuffles came into the room. . "Your father sold poisoned wine to the general. His life and property are forfeit. That includes you." He picked her up by one elbow and pulled her along. She stumbled behind him, knowing better than to resist. If it was true, there was nothing she could do. Even if it wasn't true, she had no recourse. She was a nobody; just a Gallic girl. The law was for Roman citizens, to whom would she complain? She saw others in her village turning away from her, pretending not to see. She felt invisible,.