One Bad Day*** "Goddamnit," Tom mumbled what was fast becoming the litany of theday. "Damn bitch." Today had been approximately the worst day of...hislife, at least as far back as he could remember. He fumbled for his room key, wondering for one brief sick moment ifhe'd managed to lose that, along with everything else that had happened.But no, he found it in his pocket after managing to stab himself under afingernail with the hypodermic tip of a mechanical pencil. "Goddammph!"he. . she didn’t include them in most of her life. She compartmentalized them into a tiny corner and that’s all they got of her. I ... I’d never heard her mention your name. I did the advance work. There are usually a couple of people in every city that Liz wants to give tickets to. But she didn’t say a word about you.”“She didn’t know I lived there,” I said. “It was just luck. A guy at work ... well, he’s a total prick. Susan said something about hearing one of Liz’s songs. I made a casual comment. He could do no wrong, and was the single most important person as far as a vast majority of the town was concerned. His family was more than 80% of the financial backbone of the town since the day it was founded.That was before he quickly hit his “rebellious” phase. Piercings, tattoos, drugs, questionable affiliations, etc. He still had his supporters, who believed he'd grow out of it. A lot more people than you expected followed that line of thought.You wonder how they'd spin the current. I smile at him as my fingers begin to caress my body, moving down to my hidden flesh. Slowly my fingers part my folds for his view and begin to stroke my silky skin. My own hardening has started in my clitoris and the warmth is spreading throughout. My fingers stroke my hardened bud, causing me to moan and lean back. My roaming fingers are now pulling rhythmically at it, making my hips buck forward, humping my own hand. I can feel my pleasure mounting and my juices truly start to flow, as I see.