So why am I laying here on my bed fantasizing about him as I prepare to masturbate? He has nothing to offer me or my life except being a casual friend... so why am I so horny now thinking about him? It’s the stories he writes that until tonight she knew nothing about she knows now why he is in her head. She is lying here imagining what he has written and is now fantasizing he is here doing those things to her.Suddenly she feels a rush of air blowing through her open window the cool breeze feels. But I would need some practice. And the subwaywould not be the greatest place. Being in a metal train car, with acongestion of people surrounding me would not be the most ideal spot touse the ring.I decided that the best way to test this power out would be to go tostreet level. And I would go as my new self to see how different it isthan being a guy. I always wondered if it was true that people werenicer to a woman than a man.I looked back at my reflection and saw that my normal guy clothes. I could not, for the life of me, figure out why she needed lingerie and sex toys, but it was her life and she was entitled to her privacy. Nevertheless, the issue continued to bug me for the rest of the week."Unwanted visitors - and a camera"Even when one of my neighbours mentioned that she had seen a couple of men enter and leave my apartment a few weeks before, I still didn't associate it with Veronica or connect it in any way with the lingerie I'd found in the cupboard - that's how much I. “Why are you crying? Gina, I’m home! I’ll be happy to grab a ride with you.”“Really? What about your mom?” she said, smiling through her tears.“Do you see her anywhere?” Kay said sourly. “She and Miss Gallagher are in a stall somewhere making up for the six hours they couldn’t fuck each other.”“Oh,” Gina said, taken aback. “I don’t really know what to say to that.”“Say you’ll get me out of here,” Kay laughed. “I am so ready to sleep in a familiar bed.”Gina paused. “Well, you slept in mine.