I first saw her during my morning walk; it was along the path to Nettlebed. There was light rain, as there so often is in June, and the poor young woman, who looked as if she had slept under a hedge, was damp through. I tipped my hat, as she stepped aside to let me pass.

“Good morning to you, Sir.” she said boldly. Our eyes met, and I paused in my progress. Her hair was straggly and her face was dirty, but under it all she was a comely lass - thin, even malnourished looking, but there was something attractive to me. There was something about the lilt of her voice; she was not a local girl.
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“2:26″ the alarm clock next to the bed said, with the little dot next to the AM.

I awoke because sometimes I just do for no rhyme or reason, and this was one of those times. I felt warmth under the sheets, and you were all curled up next to me; with a faint smile of udder contentment.

I look around the bedroom, just the nightlite was illuminating the din, I count a box worth of 3 condoms, all used, strewn in various places on the bedroom floor. My shirt here, your bra on the top of the dresser, panties over there, dont see my underwear (black boxer/briefs). Your vibrator sits on the side table by my side of the bed; I sniff it and it smells like you.
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Marcia came home from work to find Frank on the computer. “Hi babe,” she said, as she gave Frank a quick kiss.

“What do you want to do for dinner?” Frank asked.

“You,” Marcia smiled.

“Seriously?” Frank asked with an anxious tone in his voice.
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