"True, most of those times had been with other women but enough had been with men to have mattered."So what do I do?" she asked her doppelganger."What... would Anne O' Donnell do?" came her counterpart's reply.Looking deep within herself and being totally honest, Cathy admitted that the idea of fucking Glen was both compelling and exciting. It'd been so many years since she'd done anything that wild and crazy. She found that she'd missed the feeling.In the nearly nine years she'd been married,. I was being driven crazy, constantly on fire. After the ride ended, my goggles were removed and I was lifted from the foot locker. They set me out walking, surrounded by Daddy, Sir, and 2 of their friends. Glancing around, I could see other cars in the parking lot, with another joining them. The light was starting to get low under the trees, we seemed to be near woods, or in a park, the trail leading to a building with an "Out of Order" sign hung out front. The men disregarded it as they pulled. As she walked by she sort of looked down her nose at me, and in the short conversation that followed, made it clear that she didn't think much of men coming round.After about half an hour, her mum ushered her out of the house to her friends. She then came and sat next to me and we chatted for about an hour, during which time she demolished a large bottle of wine. She must have been a little nervous. As the conversation wore on, our legs touched, then she laid a leg over mine and started. At least the wound appeared to be a minor one, all things considered. Another medic was carefully picking metal out of Kieu-Linh's legs, several dozen small, bloody holes in her skin. He was proud to see that she was handling the pain relatively well.The medic finished patching his shoulder and started to pick at the shrapnel in his legs. He had just a few, still painful, but he was done before the man working on Kieu-Linh had pulled the last fragment from her body. They were patched up and.