I see lust in Jim's. It's not a bad thing, but seeing it all the time is disheartening. I didn't know how long I could resist. One day, I would've cav...ed in and given myself away. I needed an excuse to break up with him, and he gave it to me on a silver platter.My girlfriends -- lying, conniving bitches, all of them -- aren't what I'd consider as my friends. Given a chance, any of them will stab me in the back and bring me down.Then there's Dan Warner and his group. They look so...happy, so. Though, I wager, it would not have changed my heart, had I known when I first met her."They continued a circuit of the village, walking about its outer periphery. Harlen asked Rigilus many questions of the near mythical figure Hyandai was to the Windy Islanders. In turn, he asked many questions of Harlen, always respectful, of the real person who was Hyandai."She was always something of a hero to me in my youth," confessed Rigilus, again lowering his head in embarrassment. "Well, Verus was my. " one messagesaid."I know, but just once, I would like a birthday as a woman. To be thebirthday girl."She wiped her tears, turned off the computer, and went to sleep.The day of her birthday dawned, and she struggled to get going. The daydragged, and by the end of her shift, she was ready to crawl into a bedand forget that it was her birthday.But just after she got home, the phone rang, and it was her brother."You got plans for tonight?" A hot bath and a warm bed." No good. Its your birthday, so. She had been up on the stage naked, surrounded by strangers. They had stared at her nakedness, cheered her, complimented her. They had liked what they saw. It had excited them. It had excited Sarah. As the excitement had grown, her hand slipped down to the wetness between her legs. She had begun rubbing herself to the wild encouragement of her audience. Her hand had slipped deep within her pussy. At least, maybe it was her hand or maybe it was someone else's hand. It didn't matter. Fingers.