Even on her earlier trips to the shop, before Mrs. Wilson had decided to begin punishing her, Mr. Bottle made her nervous with his leering smile and p...inching fingers. She was just turning the corner around the apple stand when he suddenly approached, making her jump and lose the potatoes from the top of her basket. He stood and watched as she crouched down, gathering them, and stood up again.?How very healthy you look this morning, Molly,? he told her. ?How very hale and plump.? His hand. Thick lines of white cum puddled along his black skin from his neck down to his belly as he lay asleep next to me. The scene played out in slow motion over and over in my mind. I got up with a raging hard on and went to jerk off in the bathroom spraying my own cum in disbelief of what I had just witnessed. Lee’s alarm clock went off at the usual time and we both opened our eyes the next morning. Lee reached for the shorts on the floor next to his bed and got up to begin the day. We had a mirror. Pam thought it probably WAS hard to get back into the swing of things, but as for Helen's feeling that she was not pretty, well, Pam thought, that was silly. Helen was VERY attractive. And desirable. What she needed, Pam decided, was a new wardrobe, a make-over, and a shot of self-confidence.The two women had been shopping off and on together since the very first day of Pam's visit, but this day when they visited the downstown shopping area Pam went all out. She drug Helen from one store to. The rage that she felt the day she came home and saw him banging his whore in her bed came roaring back. Never has she had the urge to kill, but Pam knew at that moment if she didn't get it together that one of them would not make it out alive.She had to calm herself so she could make sense of what was happening to her world. ''I saw you with her, in this house, in my bed, so don't you sit and protect your slut,'' she spat out.There wasn't much that he could say, Pam, knew he was sleeping with.