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124 lines
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Julie
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by deirdre
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"Well, I suppose we all do sometimes." Martha had asked me if I felt
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my life was in a rut.
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"No, I'm serious, Julie. You don't seem to get excited about anything
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anymore."
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"Well, life is...comfortable with Dave." I suppose I was interested in
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excitement, but not too much. Real excitement usually meant real
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*trouble*. "I mean...we're getting along very nicely."
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"You've got to *think* about this, Julie." That was all we said on the
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subject, but if you want to know the truth, she did make me think. I
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began to wonder if things could be a bit less routine in my life.
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The next time we met, Martha was back on my case again: "Did you
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think about the possibility of getting out of the doldrums?"
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"Oh, Martha, you exaggerate, but yes, I did think about it a bit."
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"But you don't know what to do, do you?"
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"Well, I haven't really thought about it too much as of yet."
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"Hmm,...I know! Come with me!" Suddenly she was up and putting on
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her jacket! And motioning me to come along.
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"Come where?" I asked.
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"Just come along. You're being stogey again." She was handing me
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my jacket. I guess I'm a pushover--I came along.
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Once we were in her car and driving across town, I had more time to
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wonder what was up: "Where are we going?"
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"I know just the thing to spice up your life," was her uninformative
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reply. Well, it *did* inform me to be on my guard.
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"And what is *that*?"
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"I know this guy! You'll..."
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I cut her off short. "A guy!? Turn this car around!"
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"No, listen! I *swear* this is exactly what you need!"
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"What are you talking about!? You want me to *cheat* on Dave?"
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"Oh, Julie, you don't need to be so uptight. We'll see him and... well
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Dave need never know. Just wait 'til you find out what he's like!"
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"Martha! *Please* turn the car around! Uh, do you... *do it* with this
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guy?"
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"Ah, ha! Julie gets curious! I swear he is exactly what you need.
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Different than Dave."
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"What's wrong with Dave?"
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"Nothing, Julie dear. But this guy will do things to you that Dave
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never will. And you can let him because you won't be seeing him
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every day."
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"Things?"
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"Oh, you'll find out! With your rear."
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"*Martha!*"
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"He'll make you *love* it. Wait and see."
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What had I got myself in to? We were turning into a driveway! My
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heart was beating like no tomorrow. I made myself take a deep
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breath and relax. I'd just say no. They weren't going to *rape* me.
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Would they? I tried to suppress the uncomfortable doubt.
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We walked up to the door. I guess my curiosity got the best of me... I
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wanted to *see* this guy. Martha was doing it with him? Her rear?
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I *had* to know more.
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A woman answered the door. Martha didn't seem perturbed at all and
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drew me into the front hall.
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"Is your husband here?" Martha asked. She was craning her neck to
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look into the other rooms.
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"Who is this?" the woman asked in return.
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"Oh, this is Julie," replied Martha.
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"And you brought her so Gary could do her ass?" I couldn't believe we
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were having this conversation! "Gary will be pleased! Yes, indeed!"
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I just stared! And there was more to stare at than the conversation:
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the woman had reached out and touched Martha, on the chest! And
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Martha just stood there. "And did *you* come to take Gary's cock in
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your ass too, Martha?" Martha glanced at me and looked at the
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woman, but didn't pull away! The woman had run her hand down
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Martha's body to her skirt and lifted it so she could slip her hand
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under it. "*You* want his cock in your ass, don't you, Martha? You're
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not answering me, are you?"
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"I...," Martha was tongue-tied. The woman had her hand under
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Martha's skirt and was obviously using it, and was unbuttoning
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Martha's blouse with her other hand!
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The woman moved closer to Martha, so their faces were only inches
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apart. "You're going to let Julie watch, aren't you Martha?" Martha's
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blouse was already off and the woman had unhooked her bra and was
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undoing her skirt! Martha just stood there with her mouth open.
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"Julie's going to watch you beg him for it, Martha. Beg to suck it.
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Beg to take it in your ass." She had Martha nude except for her
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shoes, and slipped around behind her. She continued her talking over
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Martha's shoulder. "You *like* it in your ass, don't you Martha?"
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While saying *like*, she had jammed fingers right into Martha's
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behind.
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"Yes," came Martha's reply in a breathy whisper. She no longer met
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my eyes. But I stared and stared. I thought about what I was going
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to see. There was no way I was going to walk out.
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