.. 50 of the damn things.'Wendy, don't interrupt.'Will if I want.'Wendy!'Oh tell your damn story ... get it right. I'll be listening.'For the next few... centuries ... Wendy Wanzor Austin, quit grumbling.'Nothing quite like the full name to know when to shut up!'Well, do it then ... shut up.'Yes, oh mighty master.'W -e -n -d -y?Laughter.Too much chatter from the peanut gallery, girl.'Girl? GIRL? I'll have you know I'm over five thousand years old ... girl my ass.'You might be five grand but I. "What? I'm not sure whether you got that out of Yogi Berra's almanac, or some drugged induced nightmare. But whatever and from wheresoever, it doesn't even begin to make any sense," I said. "How in the hell do you expect to make me happy that you are fucking around on me! And, as for me understanding where you're coming from, truth is I already do." "Huh? What?" she said. "Yes, you want to fuck him and you want me to be okay with it. That's the bottom line, or did I miss something in the. She felt no more guilty at her idleness in winter than did any other woman. There were fewer chores to attend to in the months when no crops were to be tended or gathered, and good reason to conserve what warmth there was. “It’s here you most miss Thorvald?” asked Gudrun, placing her hand over the linen-covered mound of Astrid’s crotch. Astrid nodded. “My womanhood itches too,” said Gudrun, pressing Astrid’s hand on her own crotch which she was shocked to find was not covered by thick cloth.. Her sex drive just died, for a six months period. I dont know what it is, it must be something in the back of their minds, yet, months have passed, and nothing, not even a hj. I know, I sound so shallow right now, but I have needs, I really do. And after a while, I just gave in. Got a number of a call girl from a friend, who previously used her services and talked her up, and just went for it.It may sound stupid, but at that time, the incident I had with her friend, previously, I dismissed as.