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It can tell you off with a string of cuss words in a heartbeat and then suck the cocks of 3 men in a swingers group dry in 10 minutes (according to my brother), something I may also write about in the future…But she is kind and always willing to help. Eva is short, about 4’10”, and “sturdy,” in her mid-30s and of Polish-American descent. Her eyes are wide-set and her brunette hair is thick and curly. She has good hips and the good wide ass of a mother of three. Her legs are short and thick, but smooth and seem to belong to a teenager. She takes care of herself. She’s a working-class woman with attitude. She laughs easily with people she knows.

Brenda from accounting looked over, a curious expression on her face. “Big lunch plans?” Brenda asked, a friendly smile on her face. “Something like that,” Emma mumbled, her face burning. She grabbed her purse, a useless prop, and began the long walk of shame. The office was alive with the energy of freedom. People were laughing, pulling on coats, making plans. She moved against the current, a salmon swimming upstream to its own demise. She could feel their eyes on her, or maybe she just imagined it. Maybe she just wanted them to see, to know what a filthy slut she was. The thought made her walk a little taller, her hips sway a little more.

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*The Brief for the Second Life* is published in March. The publisher who released the first book says, when she sends it, that the second book is harder to categorize and easier to read and will find a different audience from the first — not larger necessarily, but different. She says: yes. That is correct. The first book is for people who make things. The second book is for people who are wondering why what they make matters, and for the people who learn from watching the makers.

I had never been the party girl. At nineteen, I spent most of my Friday nights in the library or curled up in my dorm with a book. But tonight was different. My roommate, Mia, had dragged me to the biggest frat party of the semester at Delta Kappa house. The music was already thumping from the street as we walked up, bass vibrating through the ground. Red Solo cups littered the lawn, and the air smelled like cheap beer, weed, and too much cologne.

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Ch-3 --------------------- Since I was laying there without the robe on, mom could clearly see that my modest ten inch friend down there was enjoying her floor show. It was lurching and growing constantly. Mom was trying to 'sell me on her' so I could be tied down to her by marriage, and she was doing a great job. What was next?

"One wedding and you got 130,000 dollars. Why even work? Just marry someone rich." Their words felt like knives stabbing into me. "A woman this cruel deserves consequences." I did not argue anymore. Instead, I turned on the giant screen in the hall. The transfer records and chat history Nancy had sent appeared clearly for everyone to see. … She had only transferred 1,000 dollars, clearly labeled as wedding preparation money. Nancy was always like that; she would spend the least to gain the most reputation. From the first time I met her, she gave me only 100 dollars but told others it was 10,000 to show how much she valued me.

Months slipped by like smoke. Winter came and went, then spring bled into summer, but nothing changed between them. The apartment stayed the same size—too small for secrets—but the heat between Lena and Kai only grew thicker, heavier, more constant. They didn’t date. They didn’t fight. They just fucked. A lot. Often. Whenever the urge hit, which was basically always.

She chuckled, biting her lower lip. “I swear to God,” Liv laughed, “you’re gonna get arrested for public indecency.” “Let them try,” Bella purred, crossing her legs slowly, revealing the black lace lining her denim shorts. She felt alive. Her body ached for touch, her mind craved chaos. She wanted to lose herself in filthy pleasures, sweaty bodies, and meaningless orgasms.