.I am going to claim your ass!” he declared with a laugh.“What! No! You know I have never done that! I don’t want to-- I can barely take two fin...gers.”“Mona, girl. You’re so wet and turned on right now. You’ve been grinding your ass into me every time I get close to it. We have lube. You’re gonna love it, I promise."Mona rolled over. He was right, she finally wanted to get fucked in the ass. She wanted to participate in this raunchy, taboo sex act more than anything. She stuck her ass a little. It took me several moments to grasp what he was talking about. Theyweren't talking about him getting married to just anybody... they weretalking about me becoming his bride. I sat very still waiting for theother shoe to drop. Waiting for him to tell me that now that he knew itwas possible, he'd let me go and find the woman of his dreams. Or thathe laughed them off and told them that we were breaking up. Or that hejust outright refused because there was no possibility we could bemarried. . Leave it to Julie to pick up on my thoughts."Here, read this," Sarah said. It was a note, on Twin Springs stationary. It was sealed and had my name on the front.Michael,Debbie and I have already discussed this. Please give my wife what she needs. After Sarah's experience this morning, I'll never hear the end of it if it's not at least as good, or better, than what you gave Sarah. And please don't bother sharing it with me. I plan to be asleep by the time you read this. If I ever decide I want. Strings of hell-red, ghost-blue, and goblin-green lights outlined the windows of the few gentile homes on the block. My tribe, the papists, was easy to identify this time of year.I was wearing my blue cloth coat, with the hood down, and no gloves, since I needed my fingers to make change and check off payments in my book. My money apron hung around my waist, heavy with coins.Risa's home had no festive lights. A single lamp shone in the living room window, as it might if no one were home, but I.