Chapter Three
The Lovers
Monday I got flowers at work.
The car dealership I earned my living at was fairly large. I worked in the finance office with several women. Things were busy and I wasn’t as sharp as I should have been. My thoughts kept drifting back to the weekend (the ropes I constantly wore around my body), to Daniel (my mouth wrapped around his c**k), to Stephanie (her hands slapping my t**s or inside my p***y). I guess it must have been noticeable because one lady muttered I was acting like someone in love. Then the flowers arrived in the afternoon.
All the curious women, and even a few guys from the sales floor, gathered round. A dozen long-stemmed red roses in a vase tend to get people’s attention, but they weren’t content just sniffing the buds.
“Who are they from
