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"
About
how
you
throw
guys
off
your
front
porch
.
That
you
beat
your
women
.
"
"
Beat
my
women
?
"
"
Yes
,
somebody
told
me
.
"
I
grabbed
Lydia
and
we
went
into
our
longest
kiss
ever
.
I
held
her
against
the
edge
of
the
sink
and
began
rubbing
my
cock
against
her
.
She
pushed
me
away
but
I
caught
her
again
in
the
center
of
the
kitchen
.
Lydia
’
s
hand
reached
for
mine
and
pushed
it
down
the
front
of
her
jeans
and
into
her
panties
.
One
fingertip
felt
the
top
of
her
cunt
.
She
was
wet
.
As
I
continued
to
kiss
her
I
worked
my
finger
down
into
her
cunt
.
Then
I
pulled
my
hand
out
,
broke
away
,
got
the
pint
and
poured
myself
another
drink
.
I
sat
back
down
at
the
breakfast
nook
table
and
Lydia
went
around
to
the
other
side
,
sat
down
and
looked
at
me
.
Then
she
began
working
on
the
clay
again
.
I
drank
my
whiskey
slowly
.
"
Look
,
"
I
said
,
"
I
know
your
tragedy
.
"
"
What
?
"
"
I
know
your
tragedy
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
Listen
,
"
I
said
,
"
just
forget
it
.
"
