It's a sorry mess I've gotten us all into and I'm regretting it more every day. Please tell Ellen that I'd rather she come over and shoot me just like... she promised. I deserve it, and she'd be doing me a favor by putting me out of my misery. Tell her if she doesn't hurry up and do it, I might just do it myself." He looked at me, probably trying to see if I was serious about shooting myself or not. I had really thought about doing it. I felt bad about Joan, and about doing such a dumb thing, and. "Melody let a small snort and shook her head, not that Adam could see it."Do you mind if I give her your number?" Melody asked."As far as I'm concerned, you can give my number to anyone you feel comfortable giving it to," Adam told her. She felt a warm flush at his trust in her. "But I think the four of us might want to treat her to lunch or something soon."Shelly was looking at him with raised eyebrows."Let me rephrase," Adam said. "I believe the three of them might want to treat her to lunch. As the coach pulled away Ann was still standing there forlornly. Shewatched it until it was out of sight, cap once again in hand then trudgeddown toward the stable.5When he reached the station in London, Burt was surprised to see Gladyssuddenly appear looking servile. The maid arranged for a porter to carrythe bulk of the luggage and led him out to the street. There Gladyshailed a horse drawn cab and helped Burt into it.Burt was whisked in this carriage through the bustling capital and hegaped. I enjoyed the feelings I was having, it was like a drug and I was addicted. One night, as normal, I’d gone to my room, undressed, put on a very short white and virtually see through nightie, sat on my bed, and got out my books to study. A few minutes later, Rob and Amy went past my door giggling. I heard his door open but then didn’t hear it close. The giggling continued for a few minutes but eventually fell silent. I was already wet and tingly and without realising, had begun teasing my pussy.