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The Pin

... me and it was a tender glorious night for me as we made love twice more before we fell asl**p. I woke in the morning naked, finding myself cuddled tight to him with my head resting on his chest. I quietly rose and went to the bathroom and got dressed. I went downstairs and made coffee and started breakfast. Scott came down shortly and walked up behind me while I was standing at the stove. He massaged my breasts and kissed my ear and whispered, “Good morning.” I leaned back into him and purred, “Good morning.” Scott was as hungry as a horse. He polished off three eggs, six pieces of bacon, two pieces of toast, and two full glasses of orange juice. After breakfast I walked him to the door and we said our goodbyes after I kissed him. The following Wednesday Scott came to dinner at my house again. I showed off my cooking skills by cooking him pork chops with mashed potatoes and gravy. I also made a green bean casserole with blueberry crunch for desert. I hadn’t seen him since last Saturday night when we made love for the first time. As soon as he arrived I knew something was wrong. Oh gawd, I thought to myself, was he the type of guy, who as soon as he had sex with a woman, was ready to move on and look for his next conquest? I sighed and tried to put that thought out of my mind. Mom and I were putting the finishing touches on dinner as Scott went into the study to talk with daddy as usual. I went into the study to announce that dinner was ready when I saw the look on Scotts ...

... face. I thought he would be in a better mode after we made love but his eyes told me that something was defiantly wrong. I said in a neutral voice, “Dinner is ready.” Neither of them said anything as they just followed me to the dinner table. The conversation at the table was somewhat strained as we ate. I cleaned away the plates after dinner and brought deserts. Scott complemented me on the dinner but he didn’t seem to have his usual enthusiasm in his voice. When it was time for him to leave I walked him to the door and gave him a very passionate kiss hoping for the best. He was subdued and sighed. “Cindy, I have to leave for a little while.” He looked at me to gage my mode. “Oh,” I said somewhat surprised, “Where are you going?” He said with a sad grin, “I don’t know yet.” “How long will you be gone?” I asked cheerfully. “Ah… I don’t know.” Shit! I said to myself. Here is comes, he’s probably had his fun of me and is ready to move on to another woman. I frowned and asked “Will you call me?” “I’m sorry,” he said, “Once I leave I won’t be able to call you.” Damn it I said to myself, I give him my heart and a piece of my ass and now he’s going off and I’ll probably will never see him again. “All right,” I said in a stern voice, “why don’t you get your sorry ass out of my house and never come back you worthless bastard.” I was so pissed at him that I slapped him across the face and screamed, “GET OUT! I never want to see you again.” I was pleased with myself when I saw the tear run ...