It felt good to walk again. I missed it the past few mornings, but my face was such a collage of colors I couldn't make myself go out where I might be... seen. Today, the bruises were faded to the point that the walk was more important than my appearance. The swelling was going down too, and when I got back from the walk I removed the small bandages, revealing my whole face for the first time since Sandy's office.After showering, I was curious to see the new me. The bruises were a definite. {Is this the way you want it?}(This is only the first way! Tonight, I want to be fucked all the ways a man can fuck my pussy){Any man}(No, but I do have one in mind. Will you let me fuck him){You’re the one who gives permission to fuck your hot little pussy. As long as you don’t get hurt, lose your job, or self respect, go for it, Alana. That little pussy was made for fucking, don’t let it go to waste any longer}(Will I be seen if I want to be naked and fuck in public again){You will if my. It was true, but it seemed trite. The thing was, that beyond my desire to have grandchildren, I didn’t have anything that was driving me. Yes, of course, I enjoyed programming and running NIKA. Yes, of course, I loved being with my family and friends. But, in the end, being happy and making others happy was the only goal I had.I didn’t see Jessica’s or Kara’s answers, but I could guess. Kara’s absolutely had to do with being a mom - the one thing she wanted more than anything in her life.. Dogs, now you had to pamper them and baby them, listening to them whine and complain as they are doing now Let them outside, bring them in... always indecisive. Horses could take care of themselves; they aren't fussy eaters and were always thankful for small favors like a carrot. None of this rhinestone collared business. Given a choice, Mimi would have chosen working on a horse farm to a dog kennel, but she quickly checked herself: There you go again... never satisfied, she chided herself,.