They can escape, as long as they’re in one when you cum. Cumming outside doesn’t count.”It was very rare that Diane actually offered a chance fo... a battle. She usually just took her whenever she wanted. This suggestion for a match had Emily curious.“You’re serious,” said Emily.“Damn right I am. I warn you, though. I was 12-2 with my ex. And one of those I let her win. You wouldn’t be so lucky.”“I don’t want a fucking pity win,” Emily scowled. “So let’s do this, then. Top or bottom?”Emily. This story follows on from my previous story ‘Mixed Emotions’ in which the characters are introduced and developed. It is strongly recommended that ‘Mixed Emotions’ is read first. 2. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this series are neither condoned nor recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 3. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. 4. The. This Bishop has enjoyed a long career and we've already dealt with part of the pain and wreckage he's allowed to happen. It's a true miracle that Marilee has recovered and despite all that, her family was uprooted and had to make a new beginning for themselves. But what of the others? How many are suffering, are destroyed, that we do not know? Could we bear it if we did know?" Father Ambrose rose, paced to the open window and stared out into the busy street below."No, my friend," he turned to. "They spelled your name wrong," he said and hands Erika the bag.Erika takes the bag, pays and walks away. I walk out behind her.In the car she pops in a pill and washes it down with a day old water bottle from the backseat. I pull away and head for the highway.Fifteen minutes later I park the car in the parking lot of an adult oriented store. I get out and Erika follows me. She sees the neon sign on the store and swallows hard. Inside the store I see a middle aged guy at the register and two.