It is odd, how a broken heart isn't felt in the chest, sometimes, but in one's pants instead. The body is a strange and fascinating thing.I finally le...ft them to their moaning and squishing. For the rest of the night there was no one there to witness the mouths sucking lovingly to clean off the spermy spend left on semi-rigid cocks. No one documented how tenderly nipples were sucked, and lips kissed, and wombs flushed full of illicit semen.The next day, based on the behavior of the staff, it was. " I have to talk to Melissa, is she there?" Miss Benson won't be in for another hour, how may I help you?" I have to have that girl, this is Jan Morris, the director of marketingfor Calvin Klein, have her call me." and the phone went dead.God what was that? Brenda wondered.The phone rang again and it was pretty much the same, I want that Vossgirl, have Melissa call me before she talks to anyone else. Brenda tookat least twenty calls over the next hour and all pertaining to Tiffany.Everyone. I didn’t object as he slipped it over my head and down over my eyes. I just sat there waiting. He took hold of one arm. “Come on. I have something else for you but first we need to get that sweater off.”. I felt him undo the cuffs and lift my sweater off over my head. He then quickly cuffed me again. I knew that I was standing there topless in front of him but with the blindfold on, I couldn’t see myself and so it really didn’t feel like that to me. I didn’t feel embarrassed. He then began. However, it did so with a simple idea, which it left planted in his mind:"Remember."***The old woman pulled her faded, tattered, shawl tightly around her head and neck, it now hid her graying jet black hair completely. Her weather beaten hands moved quickly in perplexing patterns over the cards laid on the table. Each wave of her hands swept broadly over the cards then over the carefully laid out, but incongruous, collection of various Eastern religious symbols. As if on cue, a cold breeze blew.