I was just about to go downstairs when I spotted Anne's calendar on the wall. Curious, I checked it out. Friday, I noted was circled in red. I wonder ...what that means. Then I started flipping through the rest of the calendar: nothing was circled going forward; I started going backward. One day in March was circled, then one in February. I stopped and started counting,"Shit, now what do I do. She's going to get her period on Friday."I checked out our bathroom and found a box of pads; dam, I guess. It pushed its probe against her mouth. She wouldn't let it in. It jabbed a sharp claw into her side, causing her to cry out. Taking the advantage, it thrust its probe between her parted lips and deep into her throat. Her eyes teared up at first and she initially gagged around the intrusion. But as it secreted sweet venom into her mouth, her mind swum and her reflexes relaxed. She was stunned to find that she was beginning to enjoy the encounter. She wondered what it'd done her mind. This. Peering over to the car parked across from him I saw an old lady gawking at us. Lifting my middle finger, I squatted and forced as much of his cum out on the asphalt as I could. She got in her car and left. The two of us laughed about our elderly voyeur as we drove to an ATM.He stood at the money machine, punching in numbers and taking several hundred dollar bills out at a time, repeating the procedure twice. Then returned to the car, stuffing the handful of bills into an already fat wallet as. My given name is Maria, but I go by Mary in most circles, except for family. I'm not a goddess but I stay in shape (perhaps I've got an unwanted 20 lbs on my thighs), I'm a bit "butch," but I'm no dyke, because I'm also a successful mid-level manager at a major accountancy. I have no children and currently I'm not in a relationship. I'm married to my job, as they say. This is what I tell people, and then I always add, as a joke, that it's a much better marriage than my first one (which lasted 2.