Expertly typing in the words, she wrote Craig, “My darling, I feel so good right now. I can’t wait till we’re together forever, baby. I love y...ou, tenderness mine. I love you.” She hit send, went back to bed and in two minutes was asleep. The next morning she awoke to a drowsy feeling of the world being with her, in tune with her, that all the luck in the world was hers. She got up, slipped on a longer tee shirt and headed to the kitchen to make her morning coffee in the French press.. Twice, actually, because when she shot off with Andy she was thinking of Doc's big pecker. It seemed to heighten her orgasm. She felt guilty.Beth sat at her desk rationalizing her feelings. What happened yesterday hadn't hurt Andy. It actually had improved it for both of them because last night was the best fuck they'd ever had. Fuck, yes, an excellent fuck. She savored the word, rolled it on her tongue. "Fuck." It said it all. She kind of liked it now.She felt guilty about letting Doc fuck. She gingerly stepped out of the cloth circle and picked it up, handing it to him.Mr. Sarantos neatly folded the dress and hung it over the arm of the sofa, taking care not to wrinkle the dress. Honey appreciated the concern he took for her dress, it was the best dress she had.The first thing that Mr. Sarantos noticed about Honey's new state of undress was her bra. Honey had worn a suggestive, risque' open-cup shelf bra, the kind that supports a woman's breasts but doesn't cover up anything.She. Soon, all my limbs are completely gone and the wolves leave. I'm left with four painful wounds and the inability to move, in a pool of my own blood and tears with a few scattered well-picked bones. I can feel phaontom limbs where my limbs are supposed to be, moving them around trying to get up, hoping this all isn't real. I figure out how to move by lifting up my upper body, pushing my chest forward, then pulling my lower body along.It takes a lot of time and effort to move even just a few.