Based on "Poem on the Underground Wall" by Paul SimonRoommates all have gone out shoppingFantasies, ...hey know no stoppingEagerly in stocking feetI pad into her sacred keep One Solitary PurposeFaces on her wall accusingGuts conflicting and confusingYet I find the strength to tamperWith the contents of her hamper I Pull Out Worn PantiesI'd caught a glimpse once long, agoStanding behind, she bent down lowA cotton, flowered fashion showEmbroidered. She was the first person to suggest Dad might have been having an affair.”I let Faith go and turned to pace. Anna Begley was the worst kind of person, at least in my opinion. She enjoyed suggesting the worst things about other people. For me, she was one of the first people I heard verbally suggest I would have raped Lisa Hartwell if Ms. Langston hadn’t nipped my evil thoughts in the bud. She didn’t need proof of any accusation, simply her wild imagination, and the ear of half the town.My anger. Now he began thrusting, his penis I realized was poking through his pj's. He was rubbing on my pubic hair through my nightie and his breathing was intense. I was besides myself with lust and need myself and I found him straining and pushing forward. He was emptying himself onto my nightie. I repeated to him "just tonight" he shook his head yes. Then I said sweetie, you took care of you, now I need you to take care of me. I pulled my sodden nightie up under my breasts and straddled him. He was. It was going to be a tense meeting; it usually was where money was involved. After a change out of her dirty jeans and quick spruce of her hair, Gill put the kettle on – she didn’t know if Steve, the adviser, wanted a drink but she knew she needed one. Right on the dot of 10.00 a car drew up outside and a guy got out. Tall & broad shouldered, he collected a briefcase from the car and approached the door. Gill let him into her home and after the pleasantries asked if he would like a coffee. .Read More
