There were dark circles under her eyes and they were red and puffy as if she'd been crying recently. The roots were showing under her dyed blond hair ...and it didn't look like she washed it in a week."Hi, Al," she greeted me with an obviously forced smile, "please have a seat." She gestured for the waitress. I ordered a lite beer then turned my attentions to Julie."So, how much do you know?" she asked, "I suppose you heard that I attacked Barb Troutwine last week," she said.I thought it was. ”I laughed and nodded agreement, then told them what to expect, “My dear friend, Sophia agreed with me that a beautiful day like today deserved a picnic. I took the liberty of requesting a Tuscan sangria be made for us. It’s light and fruity, but most important, it will be the perfect complement to the antipasti, breads, and fresh apples that Sophia will be serving us. I trust that you are both aware that the legal drinking age in Italy is sixteen.”“We know,” said Amy. “We’re both twenty and. At the time I convincedmyself that the light came from the lamp on the wall directly behind him. Butnow I'm not so sure. His presence put me at ease. I lost my fear and foundmyself being pulled into his warm circle. I wanted to share my time with him.'Forgive me Sister Magdalene.' He used my superlative name instead of thefamiliar. 'I don't wish to be here, but I have no recourse. I need relief. Myson has a high regard for you. He speaks. . . uhm, spoke highly of you in thepast. When we were. Begging I pleaded with her, "Let me cum inside of you sweet slut, I want to fill you up with my cream; please let me cum!" Oh yes bastard fill me up with your seed; plant your seeds in my garden; oh God yes!" The room echoed with the sound of skin slapping on skin. My hands were now digging into her hips."Shit, bitch, I'm going to spray my juicy stuff all over your fucking garden. I'm going to shoot all of my cum in your fucking twat!" Oh yes, use your spray nozzle to fertilize my garden. Come.