I looked down at him quickly, but his head was back on the grass now, his eyes closed, his arms flung backwards, his hands behind his head, I was in c...ntrol. I reached the bottom of my stroke, the base of his penis covered by my taut asshole and stopped. Paul moaned, “More, more of your cunt please?” It wasn’t a request, it was a plea, I was in control, Paul was so excited, he didn’t even notice he was up my arse now, and I ground my splayed buttocks down onto his cock. His cock between my butt. The yellow pages were my next stop. I chose one that claimed to have been in service in the area for the past seventeen years, nothing like experience. I made the appointment for that same morning.I sat across from Mr. Carr a man in his middle fifties. There was actually a cigar in the ashtray in front of him, and his shabby office looked like something right out a Dashell Hammet novel. I thought, this guy only needed a trench coat to give Bogie a run for his money."And that's it then?" said. I returned to the pool, took off my boots and dangled my legs in the water. It was still quite warm outside, and the cool water felt nice against my legs. I sat there, gently splashing in the water and feeling sorry for myself, when suddenly I heard the gate to the pool area creak open. Startled from my reverie, I looked up and saw a slim redhead in denim cutoffs and a T-shirt walking in. It was Kathy! I felt a chill, as I was sure she was going to confront me about Mark. Freezing like a deer. ." she said."Shh." His whisper was for silence. "It's okay. It doesn't have to make sense, Kati."It didn't. That was one of their agreed-on laws. The objective wasn't to decide whether it made sense or not; the objective was to deal with it. "I know," she said. She felt small and frightened, a little child. Things seemed magnified in the night.She heard the difference in his tone; whatever the truth was, he wanted to hear it. "Are you okay, sweetie?"All the better to heal you with, my dear, she.