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At last, she checked the gas tank, which was empty. Why didn't he leave it to me full of gas and ready to mow?

She cried at that memory, "Oh God, what have I done? I'd be pleased to read whatever literary creations you can write on this or a similar topic, under your own screen names ...

" May 31, 2015, The Oaks, Corsicana, Texas: Dolores had her final report from the clinic, that she was disease free. I lost most of my pretty things, too, when they wouldn't fit in the RV. actual writing and I said in my original comment, this story was about a "stupid, slut bitch," who got the BTB that she deserved.

Records would show that I left with the clothes on my back and very little more, after being ordered out of what was suddenly her dwelling only.

Waiting about a hundred yards into the little forest, I picked up the rusty-appearing bicycle with its own rusty-appearing trailer.

A second call came in and then a third, both from wives of her 'special friends,'. "Besides," she thought, "Tam hadn't had any sex with me after that time, which I was glad about, so I could concentrate on getting fucked by my friends all the time." She called the clinic and got an immediate appointment.

Chilled, both with anger and shame, Dolores started to go through the pile of past letters that Tam was supposed to have handled for her. She had to drive herself there, though, because Tam nearly always drove her to her appointments and waited for her in the car.

Packing the duffel bag to the trailer, I peddled off into the sunset, down a little dirt path, thinking happily that, with the cash in my 'bug-out' bag, I'd be ATM free for up to a year.

Soon, when far enough away, I'd buy a small RV motorhome. April 29, 2015, The Oaks, Corsicana, Texas: Dolores slept well, her cunt and ass still filled with the sperm of all her 'special friends' and of her truckers who would surely be ready for her next 'forcing' as well. After a quick search of the house, she couldn't find her husband anywhere.

April 28, 2015, The Oaks, Corsicana, Texas: I'm Tam Benford. Married to Dolores Benford, who had recently become a temper fit-throwing shrew, as emotional cover-up for an increasing number of gang-bang fantasies being acted out at my expense. About 10 AM, my brunette wife of some 41 years old, 7 of it married to me, appeared through the front door.

She staggered a little, into the house's living room, smelling strongly of booze, sweat and spilled semen.

Finally, like all the other 7 times, she yelled at the top of her voice from the floor, "Get out! As I exited from the side door, to walk through the woodland next to our leased house, I heard the first of her 'special friends' arrive (the 2nd gang-bang crew in the last 24 hours, over for more fun and games). That morning, working on-line, I'd taken my name off the credit cards plus the joint checking account and the savings account, both of which I added to substantially.