My mind enters a funk. Can it possibly be her?
The train stops. She firmly tugs on the hand of the golden locked ingénue and lifts a single overnight bag. The handle stretches to indicate ponderous contents, yet the woman slings it about without discernible effort. She is of imposing strength.
This concludes the quandary. It is indeed she..., the woman known to me as Ms. Monique!
Julie
The groceries are greatly appreciated. Mike brought enough food for a week. Nothing elaborate, of course. But I suppose the humble sustenance coincides with my circumstance.
The priapic Mike then split my backside while this Mary observed with a look of Schadenfreude. Though painful, she seemed to be amused by my groans and pleas. Midway into Mike’s sodomy, she even caressed my breasts. Overall she seem
