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.The next time they slammed in together the bed still rocked, but the pillows absorbed the noise and movement.She was tempted to giggle but her body was so aroused she really couldn’t think about anything.It was all about feeling the intensely erotic emotion of the moment.She rested her head on the mattress and absorbed the sensuality of the atmosphere, and the deep, penetrating strokes of Sylvester inside her.He hit her just right, arousing every nerve-ending, holding her on the edge of fulfillment with what seemed like effortless ease.Sylvester’s hand reached around and played with her clit.Looking under their bodies she could see Noah rolling Sylvester’s balls.Seeing them like that was so carnal her breath caught in her throat, her heart beat double-time, and waves of pleasure roared through her, making her entire body shake as her cunt clenched around Sylvester cock.Sylvester groaned and slammed hard into her as he came, and from Noah’s suddenly jerky movements she guessed he’d come too.It was only when she dropped flat onto the mattress she realized she’d forgotten to play with the nipple clamps.Next time, she thought, as she relaxed, limp and sweaty, despite the air-conditioning.Air-conditioning.I must remember to look for that truck, she thought as she dozed off.***“Hey, Tilly,” called Sue the florist.“Are you still looking for a job?”“Yes, have you heard of something?”“Sure have.The receptionist in the Center Manager’s office had a huge fight with the accountant and walked out yesterday.They need a new receptionist ASAP.”“Thanks.As soon as I finish delivering the papers I’ll go apply.I’d love to work here.”“You do that.We’d love to have you here too.”Rhonda was standing in the doorway of her store.“Tilly, Tilly,” she waved.“Sarah had a fight with the bean counter.They say you could hear her screaming clear out to the parking lot.Her job is up for grabs.I’ll write you a reference if it’ll help.”“Thanks, Rhonda, I may need a reference or two.Sue told me the job had just opened up and I’m definitely applying for it.”“Opened up? Well, it opened up the way a crevasse opens up.With a lot of noise and drama! You go girl!”Tilly wondered if she should go home first, shower, put on her nicest outfit, and bring her CV back with her, but decided since everyone knew about the vacancy it might be better to go straight away.She’d never met the Center Manager but she’d never heard any bad reports about him either.As soon as she knocked on the office door she realized she’d made a mistake.The room was full of beautiful flowers and polished timber furniture, with thick rugs on the floor and oil paintings in gilded frames on the walls.She was dressed to deliver newspapers in the summer heat, in a t-shirt, shorts and sandals, with her sweaty hair escaping from its ponytail.He didn’t precisely sneer at her, and he did promise to read her CV when she dropped it in, but it was pretty obvious he discounted her as a potential applicant for the position.Hoping to make a better impression, she printed out her CV, placed it in a nice folder that had held her own baby photos up until that minute, showered and washed her hair, dressed in stockings, heels, and her only decent suit, then walked back slowly enough that she wouldn’t sweat.This time the door was opened by an ice-cold blonde, with pale gray eyes, and a stick-thin figure a runway model would envy.The Center Manager was smiling at the blonde and shook her hand as she left.He nodded at Tilly and promised to read her CV but instinctively she knew it was too late.Even if she’d showered and changed first it would likely have been too late.The blonde was everything she wasn’t—cool, professional, unruffled, poised, and looking a million dollars.Still, it was stupid to turn up looking hot and sloppy.I’ll never make that mistake again.***The next day Tilly received a form email saying the position had been filled.Rhonda told her the new receptionist was named Mignon and had a stick up her ass.That sounds like her.Well, I’ve learned that lesson, now back to the websites.She set the stove alarm clock to ring every hour, and each time it rang she looked out the window but the old pickup was never in her neighbor’s drive.At night, if she woke, which was happening more and more often lately as she worried about her future, she’d go outside with a flashlight and check.No pickup.“I think we should do something.Do you think we should visit the lady again, try to find out what’s wrong? I didn’t give her much food.It will have run out.”Noah and Sylvester looked at each other and nodded.“Yeah, we can’t leave her alone.Who knows what might happen to her,” said Noah.“Do you think she has dementia? Do you think that’s why her son doesn’t want her going outside or even opening the door?”Sylvester shrugged.“Who knows.I spoke to her a little bit while you came back here for some food for her.She sounded normal enough to me, but most people in the early stages of dementia appear normal.Let’s just bring her some fresh food and see if she’ll let us in this time.We’ll soon see if the house has cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and trash piled up in the hallway.”Tilly put together a parcel of food and included some soap and toilet paper, reasoning they were two other things she’d hate to run out of.Then the three of them walked next door once again.“Damn, it’s hot out here,” moaned Sylvester, wiping sweat off his face with the bottom of his t-shirt.“Now you know why I always wear a hat,” replied Tilly.“An ice pack would be better [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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