Heather Reed

a man before that." I absorbed the insult in silence and grabbed some coffee as she suggested, "Why don’t you drive yourself to work today? That way I won’t get stuck waiting for you if Joe decides to fuck you at the end of the day again. Besides, I may be getting fucked myself this afternoon and I don’t want to worry about stopping in time to go get you." Surprised, I asked, "Who’s going to be fucking you?" "That’s really none of your concern," she shrugged. "I fuck whoever I want whenever I want. But, if you’re a good girl, I may let you