I was now 24 and back on track.I was home alone so I ordered a pizza, it was soon delivered, As I leafed through my wallet for the money, I found a be...at up picture, Jaime's picture. I paid for the pizza and ate continuing to look at the picture; I went to sleep that night once again in tears over my departed friend. Which brings me to today when I received a package from her, was this someone's idea of a joke? I then looked at the written address on the front of the package it was Jaime's. He stared for just a moment longer and then slowly stepped away, watching until he was out of view. “You have great tits,” the man rasped. “Thank you,” I answered my breathing just as heavy. “Ah fuck, your pussy is so good, little lady.” “I’m – I’m glad you – you like it. Oh fuck, I’m going to come!” “Yeah, you come on my cock, little lady.” “Jesus Christ, mister, but your cock is so fat! Yes! Yes!” I came with a small cry and he laughed softly, fucking me even faster. After another minute I. Alex had taken her back to bed after almost physically throwing Josephine out of his apartment, slamming the door and threatening to call the Gendarme if she persisted. Samantha had been shocked at both his vehemence and his actions as he spoke He had told her later that it was not a threat and that the Gendarme already had quite a file on Josephine but he would not elaborate more beyond that, saying the past was the past and it was behind him.They had made love and showered and he had made. He smiles at me with a pearly-white grin and I am suddenly very aware of my tank top and sloppy sweats reserved for rounds only. Of all the nights for me to look like a homeless person. “What’s up?” He asks me, and after blinking a couple more times than is necessary, I find my voice. “Um. Hi.” I wipe my brow again. “Nothing much and you?” I’ve never seen this guy before. Usually, I can recognize most of our residents, but I think I would remember him. Looking up from my writing again, I.