The secondwagon had a can of peaches that had been wedged under the frame of thewagon.He found a canteen lying in the tall grass, only about ten feet ...off thetrail. There was a dent in its front but it didn't look punctured, fromthe heft, it seemed to be holding something. Ezrah pulled the plug andcautiously took a sip, but the water inside was extremely hot and quitebrackish. Immediately he spit out the water, and then he reluctantlypoured out the remainder on the ground; he hoped that this act. Royce looked at me. It appeared he wanted to know, if I was behind the questions. "I can't help you Royce, I don't remember," was my answer and My excuse."Wilma I have told that story so many time, I really don't want to tell it again." he said."Listen Royce, Lucy is my friend, if she is your friend, then tell me so we can all be friends. Otherwise you and I are never going to be more than people who are very cautious about the other one and their interest in our mutual friend." Wilma was not a. Sometimes, I just want to be totally fucked. I don’t want to be asked, I want to be taken.“Wow. Where did that come from?”“I had lunch with Gail last Monday. Of course, the conversation turned to sex and we both feel the same.”“And that feeling, is?”“Vanilla sex. Don’t get me wrong, we love it, but sometimes we need something more. You know that I’m a pain slut. Well, sometimes I want to be that slut without planning it.“Ok. When you two get together, there’s always trouble.”“Ha, no, not. I mean really, telling all that to a virtual stranger, does that girl have no sense at all? Er ... never mind.Thankfully, the other girl (her name is Kristen) did not react by calling the police, but instead she seemed rather curious about it, maybe even eager. At least that's how Anna tells it. Kristen asked Anna if she could come and observe one of our 'sessions', to which my sister agreed pending my approval, which I gave yesterday evening when we were both sated. I added two stipulations,.