My dark tennis shoes muffle my steps on the pavement, so that even if someone was around, they would be hard pressed to see or hear me coming. As I ar...rive at the well-known driveway, I pause a moment to catch my breath and let my eyes adjust to the sparse moonlight that filters through the clouds. Slowly out of the darkness I can make out the pale gravel of the drive way leading into the small stretch of trees, I can see the outline of the fence just off the road that encloses the ten acre. She knew about the abuse that Elizabeth had suffered and was terrified that the discovery of a permanent new penis so intimately located right up close to her vagina might send Elizabeth into a hysterical fit or something. Sandra was frightened. What would happen in the morning when they would inevitably have to reveal their situation to Octavia the manager? Then the doctors would be involved and everybody would know her dreadful secret. She would obviously be sacked and thrown out, but 'hold. Gurrh! The E was coming up. She was really rushing. She pressed herself against Barry, who as always was a bit anxious when Kirsten was coming on strong. But fuck him! She was enjoying herself. She grabbed him around the waist, and they boogied together as the swirling cathedral sounds of 'Avenue' gave way to some record she recognised but didn't know, vocal sounds breaking in like waves of orgasm through the dense rhythms, in tune with her body as she pressed it hard against Barry, feeling his. Monica had long been very athletic and energetic, ever since she stopped being fat some years back. Now a lot of that same stamina and vitality affected her sex life, making her so dynamic in the sack. One thing that Ross knew for sure about his sister was that she was a passionate, aggressive partner and she had to sometimes wear Chandler out. That was okay, though, as it seemed now quite clear that monogamy was history for all of that inner circle. If Monica needed more sex and Chandler was.