She asked for cash, and the bank official presented her with a vinyl bag full of one-hundred dollar notes. The official lent her a telephone and the y...llow pages. She found a room on the West Side. She arrived at the hotel tired and a bit confused. She asked for a room with an additional bed where the baby Imam could sleep.She questioned the abruptness in which she left. She wanted no part of her husband. Her bruises still hurt where he had beaten her. She hurt between her legs. It all happened. " Sarah paused. "I hadn't considered itbefore, but are they related to anyone I know?"A wide grin crossed her friend's face. "Could be!"*****11:50AM EDTIt was always a bit intimidating, Sarah mused, to watch Nicole's visibletransformation from casual friend to monarch, even after having spentthe last thirty-five years living in close proximity. ~It's just likethe change on Wednesday morning when I asked my question, as if she'staking a mask off and showing her true self.~Nicole had fully. We cried, we hugged and we cried some more. After we calmed down and glugged some more of her wine, she said, ‘And then there was Alan. Apart from the love, you know what he gave me?’ ‘What?’ ‘When I’m with him I feel safe. I’m not scared… Of anything. Oh a little scared maybe, but only about my secret, about what would happen when I told him. But I wasn’t frightened of the outside world. He has this way of making you feel… Protected, you know?’ I nodded, ‘I know exactly what you mean. Trust me. “Well... um... the truth is... no, none have.”“I thought the average age here for beginning sexual activity was seventeen?”So help him, she’d done research. “Well, you know, that’s an average, I guess I’m, um, in the tail end of that distribution.” Oh funny man, he thought. I’m in the tail end for getting tail.“Do you want to do it?”Tony dropped the book, staring now with unconcealed hunger at her perfect round lips. Those lips, around his cock. That tiny, smooth, perfect body, on her knees,.