" "What!" Desmond gasped wide eyed ad Sandra pulled up her skirt to show her rather stubbly and well fucked pubes. "It's what's called a woman and it'... designed to be fucked by a bloke," I said pointedly, "Not like a bloke what was designed for fucking women and that what with it having a cock and that." "Dear god preserve is from you Philistines!" Desmond pleaded. "Button it!" I said and gave the drill a rev again, "Now Sandra said she'll give you fucking lessons at a ton a throw," I said,. Shifts rotated on Sunday with the new crew leaving at nine am and the old one returning about two pm.That gave Abby a little transition time. She found out she needed it since the departing “husband” wanted to get ALL his rocks off, and the returning one had a lot to make up for.Her job at the clinic gave her some respite during the weekdays. She liked the work and the people and it paid double what she’d gotten back home. It also gave her a life of her own. If she didn’t have that she was sure. He never took her out before--anywhere. This was a new side to him, and she was curious.'Maybe this is the change I've been waiting for, ' she thought."Okay. Just give me a few to get ready." Sure, take as much time as ya need." How about giving me an hour?" See ya then."She was so excited about this new turn with Cricket, she forgot all about calling Shawn to break up with him or that she didn't want to be seen getting into Cricket's car in front of her apartment.Sheryl didn't forget to call. “Use the hotel landline then.”“I don’t remember her number! It’s programmed in my phone. Who remembers the actual number?”, she whined.We sat there for a minute, the flickering of the muted TV in the background. She kept glancing back at the dead phone, as if willing it back to life would somehow recharge the battery.Then I had a naughty thought.“Well, I guess we’ll have to go get your charger then”, I said.“It’s upstairs”, she replied dismissively.“Yes, so let’s go get it”, I repeated.She.