Finally, after searching hopelessly for what seemed like an eternity, I eventually accepted the inevitable. Someone had stolen my clothes. Omg! This i...s so embarrassing! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! How was I going to get home? I walked here! I couldn’t walk home like this! It would be far too humiliating.I paced up and down nervously, desperately trying to think of a solution. I tried and tried and nothing. I was stuck here. Naked and alone.I felt so stupid. Oh, why did I do something so reckless? I’m. No card for me to buy her and no card from her to me. No present for my birthday. No surprise for me to plan, for her birthday. Friends have been supportive, having me over at Christmas and so on but then it's not easy for them, either. We were a couple and now there is just one of us – it must feel to them, as if a friend has turned up with an arm or a leg missing.I mean, what are they supposed to say? Should they pretend all is well: "you look just great" when it's quite obvious that their. She had taken some time off to relax and had decided to go to Rio, meeting up with some friends there and have a week of parties and sunshine before her next gig.She smiled as she remembered the past fun filled days and felt a bit guilty about the abundance of booze she indulged herself into. “Ah well”, she thought to herself, “That’s where times off are for.” Then an image shot back into her head from somewhere these last few nights. It was another festive night as she went out with her. Sunday came and we drove to Vern and Angela’s place. As usual we sat drinking coffee with all four of us getting more excited as 3pm drew close. Vern went off to organise his camera, Angela took Marie off to get ready and I settled in front of the TV waiting for the show to commence. 3pm and it was camera, action. I was delighted to see both Marie and Angela naked. Goldie was first and after a couple of friendly licks he mounted Marie. Her moans signalled that he had found the target. Again.