That's unrealistic and it's unfair. To both of us. I hate to admit this, but that's what I've been doing. Today was the first time I'd seen Susan in a... month and she's pretty much the only friend I've gotten around to making since I moved here a year ago."Emily was quick to the point."I don't want you seeing Susan," she said. "That's final."Chapter 20: Clearing the AirI had to chuckle."Well, final or not is really my decision, I'm afraid," I told her. "But, look at it this way. If Susan didn't. Shopping had also gone well. She had gotten a cart and pushed it around. Miracle of miracles, it didn’t have a wobbly wheel. She picked up the lunch meat and a loaf of bread. She swung by the meat section and picked up a package of pork chops thinking it would be a nice dinner. She decided to treat herself with something special, and bought a pint of vanilla ice cream. While in the frozen foods section, she noticed the frozen orange juice concentrate was on sale so she added it to her shopping. We spent time together, and, I thought we might have a serious future together.Not so much.Turned out she had a boyfriend, Jerry by name, trucker by profession, asshole by avocation. Real piece of work.(I later worked out she hadn't told me about him because we were so comfortable together, and while he was on long hauls, she retreated into our oasis. The evening I found out was unpleasant for me, but I digress.)Linda began showing signs of being abused after a while. Little things, you know,. I’ve send them back up when I got bored of them. You I’ve kept because of that curvature in your penis. I fucked you, three times that first night, at least if you count by my orgasms, I orgasmed three times. The first time was insanely quick, only after a few minutes of you penetrating me, I already felt myself going over the edge. My entire body flushing with hormones and lust and arousal and pleasure, my muscles tense. The second and the third time I lasted longer. I didn’t really know.