Bombastic Beaver and the Frog

By: Phil Phantom

I always know when my wife has been unfaithful because I can taste it. I
doubt she was ever aware that she gave herself away, but this goes back a
long way with us. This "thing" goes back two years before we got married,
which was six months before I ever screwed her seventeen-year-old,
supposed-to-be-virgin pussy. Even if I didn't know the taste, I could tell
by the way she acted as soon as my mouth got near her soiled,
supposed-to-be-virgin hole. If she had a twatful, she took great interest;
otherwise, she'd simply lie back and enjoy an eat-out. With a fucked cunt
between her legs, she has to see everything in good light. She is one kinky
little bitch after she cheats, and that kinky little bitch was somebody's
whore the whole time we dated.

Yes, I knew and married her anyway. That "someone" went with us on our
honeymoon. I still don't know who he was. I just knew what he tasted like. I
knew he smoked. Smokers taste different. She kept getting a smoker's sperm
in her pussy, but you don't kick a good woman out of bed for eating
crackers. Okay, this was worse than eating crackers in bed, but seeing her
that excited and thrilling her that much made her infidelity and nasty habit
worth overlooking. I spent my honeymoon giving her opportunities to get her
twat filled. I also spent my honeymoon eating it. Yes, I screwed her a
couple of times with a rubber on, but somebody screwed her a couple of
dozen - three, maybe four - without one. I ate a lot of sloppy pussy in ten
days - I know that.

I didn't mind too much and she hasn't cheated that much since the honeymoon.
For the first eight years of our ten-year marriage, I'd say once every three
months was a good average - a binge where she'd cheat daily for a week or
two with a guy or ten. For that week or two I'd eat a lot of pussy, and that
's about all I'd get. Part of her kink was fucking somebody, having me eat
it, then showing no interest in having sex with me no matter how hard I
tried to interest her. I knew how to thrill her by then - just act dumb and
act like a nut for eating pussy - the sloppier, the better.

With the start we had, Deirdre could have been much worse. I expected worse,
but she settled down after the honeymoon. Deirdre could easily go from one
lover to another without skipping a beat. The woman is a dick magnet. She is
gorgeous, sexy, and cute. She looks like Goldie Hawn with a personality like
Meg Ryan. Whatever turns a man on, she has it and flaunts it like Cher. She
wears smart yet sexy clothes and looks easy without looking trampy. She is
the type that you know will laugh at a dirty joke then surprise you by
telling one that is even dirtier. If you say "screw" or "intercourse" while
telling your joke or story, she'll say "fuck" while telling hers. You can
flirt and she'll flirt back. Show her your dick; she'll show her pussy. [she
is very proud of her pussy and has every right to be] Sexual harassment is
not in her vocabulary, and everyone knows she never wears panties and
shaves.

[in school, Deirdre was known as Bombastic Beaver. She would make a
splits-wide beaver at the drop of a hat. She'd let guys write on it or make
cartoon faces out of her pussy, then go around showing everybody. That
practice didn't stop when she entered the work place. If anything, the
drawing improved. When I say she was proud of her pussy, I mean very proud.]

If that weren't enough, her job brings her into contact with many men from
out of state. Salesmen for the company come to the home office for one or
two-week training seminars. Deirdre now handles their accommodations, flight
reservations, meals, admin needs, etc.. She spends a great deal of her time
in the hotel where the men are. Deirdre could bring a fucked pussy home
every night - no sweat. The fact that she didn't told me that she tried to
be good, but every now and then, one was too good to wave her wedding ring
at. She got down and dirty with some seminar groups because you can't give
to one without giving to all. The groups usually numbered between ten and
twelve. When she went on binges, she gang binged, but they would eventually
move on. She'd get that out of her system and try to keep the next group
from getting out-of-hand. Three months was a good average, but she would
still come home with some obscenity or cute drawing on her cunt. That was
almost a daily occurrence.

My lovely wife doesn't just cheat from time to time. From time to time she's
a fucking whore. We have four kids - 2, 5, 7, 10 - boy, boy, girl, girl -
all bastards. I'd put money on it. I know our oldest daughter is. She was
conceived on the honeymoon. None have any of my features. At least, they're
all white or off-white - close enough.

The trouble began with her new position - salesmen herder - which she landed
in the eighth year of our marriage. Our two-year-old might grow up to be a
good salesman. There's no telling who his daddy might be, but he was someone
in her third group. She is now two years in that position with a well-known
and far-flung reputation. Things are getting out of hand because men come to
town expecting Deirdre to "put out." Every group has someone who has had her
in the past. What used to be a quarterly thing is now monthly or bi-monthly.
I'm back to eating an awful lot of sloppy pussy and not getting much. If
anything, the thrill for her hasn't waned one iota. It still tickles the
shit out of her to bring me a fucked pussy then watch me eat it.

This past month was by far the worst with three of the four weeks spent
bingeing her ass off. Salesmen were screwing that poor woman ragged and
writing shit all over her body. She couldn't fuck me if she wanted to. She
barely had the strength to part her legs for me. She wasn't just sloppy, she
looked fucked - gang banged in both holes. She had semen on the outside as
well as in. She had never done that before. In the past, she always cleaned
the outside and tried to look not-fucked. It was like she stopped trying and
expected me to clean the outside and the inside of both holes. She was a
fucking whore, hell, it said so, and she used me like her personal fuck
rag - made my dick hard, too.

It was the way she did it - no words, just flop and make a vulgar spread
with the expectation that I make her pretty again. Her attitude and demeanor
suggested: Eat me, you little worm. That got me to work and made my little
worm stand tall. I licked her from her heels to her tail bone, then up the
crack of her ass to her mound. I'd get her good and clean by lapping her
like a dog, then go to work on the holes. I had never licked cum out of her
ass before, but she expected me to clean that hole as well. A worm would; a
worm did. She curled into a ball and pulled her cheeks apart to watch me do
that nasty hole. Sometimes, she'd roll to her front and get up on
widely-planted knees to feed me her jutted ass that way, watching through
the dresser mirror.

Deirdre loves my tongue. I may not have much of a dick, but I do have a hung
tongue. I can't actually lick my eyebrows, but I can pinch the tip and pull
it to the bridge of my nose. My tongue is also tactile and limber, able to
roll completely over both ways. I can flatten it to cover her palm. When I
lap, I take a broad swath. When I dig deep, I DIG DEEP. Deirdre married a
tongue and it was love at first kiss. When I gagged her with a French kiss,
she slipped her panties off and never wore them again after that. Her pet
name for me is Frog. Hers became Bombastic Beaver, but I never called her
that.

I was her frog prince only I never turned into a prince. We were a major
mismatch, her being a junior and me a freshman when we first met. She was
easily the most popular girl in our school, even as a junior - varsity
cheerleader, Glee Club, Thespian, the works. Deirdre is all over the year
book. Me, I was nothing, a nobody - not a jock, not a brainier, not a rich
kid, no fancy car. I played tuba in the band and rode a bike to school. She
saw me licking an all-day sucker one day and became very friendly. Early in
her senior year, she asked me on a date. We went in her Mustang. Boy, she
sure was easy - to lick. She was my steady after that date - blew everyone
away. She had to wait for me to graduate before we could get married. I
married an all-day sucker.

Love? Yes, we love each other, but the love bloomed slowly. I'm a great dad
and she's a good mom. I don't mind cleaning or cooking. She enjoys the good
life with me and we have a happy, well-cared-for family. She went to
college. I didn't. She makes the good money. I work here and there at odd
jobs that usually don't last long or pay much. Much of the time, I draw
unemployment while being a full time house hubby. That's fine with her. We
can afford that. I haven't worked a job since she took the new position.

We never did discuss our "thing" which started off being her "thing" and
gradually, over many years, became our "thing." At what point it became "our
thing" is hard to tell. The date would be different depending on who you
ask. For me, it was early in the marriage, possibly even on the honeymoon.
For her, definitely late, possibly the day she brought home her first sloppy
looking cunt after staying out past midnight. At that point, this was "our
thing." It would have had to be. A normal hubby would have pitched a holy
fit or puked. I ate her like an all-day sucker, even going after the
shitty-tasting slop in her ass like it was the really good stuff - shit
flavored sperm or sperm flavored shit - ummm, yummy. That blew her mind that
any man could find that brownish fuck slop yummy.

It was not yummy, trust me. It was fucking gross, but acting like it was
yummy thrilled the piss out of her - literally. When I ate her pussy, she'd
piss in my mouth. Even that thrilled the piss out of her, but that goes back
to our dating days. She said she couldn't help it - weak bladder - no
control - sorry. I lived to thrill the piss out of her, to curl her toes,
make her cum like a bucking bronco. I'm sure others made her cum, but nobody
makes her cum like I do. To do that, they would have to be married to her
and be willing to do what I did. Guys like me aren't on every street corner.
I had every reason to feel insecure, but after eating her fucked ass, I knew
that woman would never leave me.

So, we have "our thing" but we're not talking about "our thing," even after
a month with "our thing." She obviously preferred it that way - no words,
just do it. I followed her lead. I just did it. When she'd come home, if I
wasn't already in the bed, I'd follow her to the bed and await the flop,
then relieve her bladder and eat the slop. Afterward, she'd roll over and go
to sleep. If she came home early, we'd get up and go about our usual
routine. Either way, the first order of business was to get her cleaned up.
Like I say, the fucking whore had it made. She knew it, too. Deirdre loved
her life. What was not to love? Hell, she married a prince.

Keeping our thing from the kids was never easy and near impossible after ten
years. Deirdre didn't get worse. She couldn't get worse. Fortunately, the
kids didn't see much of her as she stayed out late. Sundays was her family
day, but all others were spent herding her boys. The only reason she came
home at all was to feed me the product. Sometimes, she'd do that, then head
right out again.

Our oldest daughter, Shelly, was twelve when she began seeing our lifestyle
as being very odd. She was the one who most often saw her mother come in
with cum runs to both heels and filth scrawled down her legs. They all saw
that, but the others gave it little thought unless they recognized a dirty
word. By this time, the baby was four, Billy was seven, and Becky was nine.
They had all been told something by Deirdre, some sort of explanation. All
except Shelly seemed to buy it. Only the super dirty words made them giggle.
They all loved the cartoons. Deirdre never did have a problem with walking
about in the nude while wearing her filthy graffiti. She would even show her
decorated pussy in a wide spread. She had a good pussy for characature
drawing: prominent, full-lipped, fleshy. Her clit made a good nose. Her
pussy hole made an excellent mouth, but her asshole was a better one if the
guy used lipstick.

This did bother me. This wasn't right, exposing kids their age to adult
nonsense like that. Moms shouldn't be like that, but only Shelly seemed to
know and be bothered by it. When Shelly entered puberty at thirteen, someone
needed to sit her down for another talk. By then, it was pretty obvious that
her mom was a whore and her father was a worm, and that her father wasn't
her biological father. I doubt that the others cared, but Shelly did.

I was just about to take matters into my own hands and sit her down when
Deirdre, on her own, did so. They had a mother/daughter day one Sunday. When
they returned, Shelly seemed fine. I also sensed that she knew about "our
thing," knew all about "our thing." She looked at me like she knew. She was
awed by what she knew. I could see it in the way she looked at me.

I had many clues to go on. For one, my hung tongue fascinated her after her
mother/daughter day. Someone told her. I used to kiss all her owies. Now,
she wanted them licked - both cuts and bruises - even owies I couldn't see.
She was always getting something bumped. She loved the feel of my lapping
tongue on her bare skin, and she bumped her legs more than anything - the
inside more than the outside, upper more than lower. The writing was on the
wall. She was steering me between her legs. When she stopped wearing
panties, I knew where we were headed.

I spoke to Deirdre about it, but she thought it was cute. From our brief
talk, I got the impression that Deirdre was coaching Shelly, telling her how
to get me there. Shelly was basically a shy kid. She never went about naked,
always wore panties, and usually jeans. After her mother/daughter day, I
never saw her in jeans again. They bought several cute, sexy dresses that
day - too sexy to wear to school. Drove me crazy, because Shelly is a looker
like her mom. She had a pussy like her mom, too - shaved, too. I licked her
inner thighs while staring right at it. She was showing it, beckoning a slit
lick. It was all I could do not to. I came close. My tongue grazed the puffy
outer lips.

It came as little surprise when Shelly came to me in the nude one day,
complaining of sore inner thigh muscles from a strenuous gymnastics workout.
Yes, I even licked sore muscles. I had not seen Shelly naked since she was
very little. She looked stunning - budding puberty - horny - naughty - even
nasty with that shaved-bald cunt of hers. These were the muscles up by her
just-shaved pussy - left and right - her saddle-sore muscles. Her pose and
demeanor suggested: Lick my crotch, Dad, all of this area in here between my
legs...here, here, and here...especially in through here. My crack is sore.
Lick my pussy, Daddy. Lick it good like you do Mom's after she's been
fucked. Pretend my pussy just got fucked. Lick it like that...PLEASE!

That was a lot to suggest with attitude and demeanor, but the kid had a good
coach. This was a setup. We were alone. Shelly stayed home from school with
sore muscles. Deirdre took the baby to her mother's. Shelly knew what to do,
what to say, how to say it, and she did exactly what she had been told to do
though blushing profusely and quite nervous. This was not my Shelly, but
this was what my Shelly wanted - my Deirdre, too. What was a great father to
do?

I suggested she lie down on our bed and spread her legs. She looked relieved
and excited as she went off toward the master bedroom, leaving me to ponder
what I was getting into and what was expected of me. Did Deirdre expect me
to fuck her?  Sure looked that way. Did Shelly want to get fucked? Sure
looked that way. Did they think I had a training dick between my legs? I
looked between my legs. Sadly, sure looked that way. I adjusted my erection
and went to my naked daughter.

I found her lying on the bed with her legs wide, propped up on elbows so
that she could see between her legs. The bedroom door opened at the foot of
the bed, so I stood staring at a Bombastic Beaver that was being offered to
me to do with as I please: lick it, finger it, fuck it. I didn't decide to
fuck it until I saw that offer, not just in her crotch but in her excited
eyes that seemed to say, "Do you like it? Wanna fuck it? We have all day. It
's all yours, Daddy, do as you please."

I decided to take my clothes off to show her a training dick all set to
train. I wanted to see if that would change her expression. It didn't. She
watched me strip in silence, then stared at my throbbing dick when it sprang
free of my underwear. She stared at it like she wanted it, which was
something her mother never did. Shelly made me feel hung. No female ever
made me feel that way. I suppose to her little body, six inches as thick as
a man's thumb was hung like a horse. I could tell she wanted me to fuck her
with it. Just to make sure, I stroked my hardon while staring hungrily at
her cunt. Her response was to offer me a wider spread that parted the puffy
lips to reveal the hole. She wanted it and she showed me where she wanted it
as plainly as if she had reached down and parted the lips with fingers, and
then she did just that while saying, "Are you gonna fuck me?"

I said, "Yes, I'm gonna fuck you, but first I'm going to eat you all up." I
said this while getting on my belly, and damn near made her come.

She let go of her pussy and returned to her propped-up recline in order to
watch. I drove her insane by licking her sore muscles and labia lips,
steering clear of her moist core. I licked her from her tail bone to her
mound, avoiding the juicy slit, which was hard to do because she kept trying
to get it in the path of the lapping tongue. Finally, in frustration, she
cried, "Lick my pussy, Daddy! Lick my pussy and I'll let you fuck it all you
want!"

I had tormented that poor child enough. I'm a great dad. Great dads don't do
that, so I gave her a lick in the slit that lifted her cunt two feet off the
mattress and made her scream. Deirdre never did that, even on our honeymoon.
I had to chase that pussy, and when I sent my tongue in to lick her cherry
for her, all hell broke loose. I gave her cherry a few licks and she came
like a banshee, pissing like a hydrant after a truck hit it. I finally got a
good mouth-lock over her entire cunt and spared the bed more damage, but I
sucked and swallowed piss to do it. I was still nursing her pissing pussy as
she languished in the final throes of orgasm. Even after all the shudders
passed and she laid limp on her back, I could feel her straining to push out
more piss which came out in dribbles.

I nursed her intentional dribbles for a good two minutes. She finally
struggled up to watch, giving me a dribble, then saying, "Sorry. I guess I
have a weak bladder like Mom."

Weak my ass. Her mom obviously told her everything. Shelly had no qualms or
inhibitions about pissing in my mouth - intentionally. Even after saying
this, she strained to give me another. I waited, took the little squirt,
swallowed, then came off to say, "Now, I know. Next time, I'll be ready. I
can't have you wetting our bed."

"No, Mom wouldn't like that. Are you sure you don't mind if I piss in your
mouth?"

I had myself a talker. For me, this was odd. I said, "I'd rather you did
that than piss in my bed."

She giggled, then said, "If I threatened to piss on your bed, would you suck
my pussy and drink my piss?"

"Oh, you like that, do you?"

"Sure. I like it as much as Mom does. Pissing in a nice warm mouth is a lot
better than pissing in a cold toilet. Let me piss in you anytime I want, and
I'll let you fuck me any time you want. You wanna fuck me, don't you? Your
dick is still hard, isn't it? Let me see."

I rolled to my side to let her see, then got to my knees so she could see
better and feel. She took my dick and felt all over, saying, "God, it's so
hard. I didn't know they got this hard. You must really want to fuck me bad.
Do you?"

I think she wanted to fuck me more than I wanted to fuck her, but we were in
negotiations with her acting like she'd be doing me a favor. I went along.
What I really wanted was to suck her pussy every time she felt the slightest
urge to pass urine. That was some sweet pussy and excellent piss as piss
goes. Hell, I'd play porta potty with her. I said, "I think my dick speaks
for itself."

"What is it saying? I'm new at this, you know. I'm a virgin."

"I know. It's saying it wants to fuck your virgin pussy."

"Just once?"

"No, from now on, when the urge strikes."

"Without a rubber? I know Mom makes you wear them even when you fuck her
after other guys who don't wear them. You must hate wearing rubbers when you
fuck. How would you like to fuck a tight pussy like mine without one?"

That was a nice offer but one she had no business making. I said, "What, and
pull out when I cum?"

"That depends. If you'll be my toilet, too, you can cum inside my pussy."

"If I do, you'll get pregnant."

"So what. We're not blood related."

"Don't you care if you get pregnant?"

"Sure, but Mom will take care of it. Anyway, it's not the man's concern. Mom
says that's a girl's responsibility. If I want to get pregnant, I can. She
said so. Well...do we have a deal?"

I angled my cock to her pussy. She opened the lips and lifted. I pondered
the offer while running the head of my dick through all that coral-pink
virgin wetness, trying to avoid her getting the hole over the head - eager
slut. They had themselves one hell of a mother/daughter day, but I could see
Deirdre wanting Shelly to follow in her high heel prints. Deirdre had the
life. Why would she not wish that on her daughter. They were alike in many
ways, but Shelly was not Deirdre. Shelly saw her mother as a whore, pure and
simple. Those were the heels she followed. The message she took to heart was
that sex was great and pussy can get what you want. Shelly wanted a living
toilet and she thought she knew what I craved - freely available, tight
pussy I could cum in without guilt.

I can't say she was wrong, but blood or no, this was my daughter. A great
father would set her straight - even a good father. A bastard would fuck her
and let her go on thinking she was a whore. My pondering was real and really
getting to her. Her need was also real. She had to have it and finally had
enough of my pondering. She said, "Look, you can even fuck my ass. I'll suck
your dick. You can cum in my mouth and I'll swallow. I'll be your whore,
Daddy. Mom said I could. She said you need one. Pleeeeeeze, Daddy, let me be
your whore. Treat me like a whore. Use me like a whore, just do for me what
you already do for Mom. I won't bring you any stale yellow pee, I promise. I
'll drink lots of water. It'll be just like today. That wasn't bad, was it?
Oh, please fuck me and cum in my pussy. We'll talk about it later."

I am a bastard, but I put that poor slut out of her misery. I pumped her
full of semen and didn't think twice about doing it, even afterward as she
lay under me like a fucked rag doll. I fucked her good, fifteen minutes. I
made her cum three times. I was over her limp body, supported in the push-up
position with my dick soaking in our spend. She slowly opened her eyes and
wore a fresh-fucked smile, something rarely seen on newly ex-virgins.
Clearly, her first was a mind bender.

She smiled up at me and said, "Was I good?"

"Not bad for a beginner."

"I'll get better."

"I'm sure you will."

"Well, did you think about it? Would you like to do this again? We can do it
all you want."

"I'll have to think on this some more, Shelly."

"What's to think about? I want to be your whore...honest."

"I believe you."

"You hate drinking pee, don't you?"

"Would you?"

"I suppose. Mom doesn't think you mind."

"She never asked."

"She's afraid you might tell her the truth. If she knew the truth, she
couldn't do it."

"Could you?"

"Well...yes...if we had a deal. It's not like you're not getting something
in return. That's more than you can say for Mom. What does she do for you
besides use you? She likes using you. I'm not like that. We would use each
other. I think that's fair, don't you?"

"It's fair, but it's wrong for us to be using each other sexually."

"I don't think so, and Mom doesn't think so. She plans to use me sexually.
She already has."

"WHAT? When? Where? How?"

"She took me down to the hotel and showed a bunch of men my pussy. She
showed everything. She stripped me naked and let them feel my cherry and
play with my titties. She licked my pussy and sucked on my nipples while all
those guys screwed her. There were eight of them and it got real nasty, but
not as nasty as it's going to get now that I've lost my cherry to you. I'll
be your whore, but I'll be her whore, too."

So, that was it. That fucking whore. With me fucking Shelly, Deirdre could
do as she pleased. She obviously wanted to put on mother/daughter sexual
side shows for those men. The bitch was a lot kinkier than I ever imagined.
The slut I had my dick in couldn't wait to get the show on the road. My dick
started getting hard and Shelly noticed right away. She said, "Don't you
think I'll make a good whore for Mom? She sure thinks so. All the men wanted
to fuck me real bad. She let each of them put the head in. She gave them
samples of my pussy, my ass, too, my mouth, too. I sucked one guy off and me
and Mom French kissed with his cum in my mouth. She jacked one off in my
pussy. I jacked two off in hers and licked dicks while they screwed her. I
licked her pussy, too. She loved that. They all did. I licked her pussy a
lot when it had a cummy dick in it. You know what that tastes like, don't
you?"

The talkative little bitch had me fucking her again. That was the only way
to shut her up. I gave her two more good cums before dumping another load in
her. This time, I was down for the count and rolled away. The next thing I
know, she's sucking my dick and throwing a leg over my head. Christ! She
brought that pussy down and waited until I had a mouthful before pissing in
short squirts. She really loved that little perversion, and we hadn't struck
a deal, yet. She saw a deal in the offing and went for it, doing her best to
show me what a good little cock sucker she was in the hopes that I'd keep up
the sucking and overlook the pissing. This was something Deirdre never did
for me - something no one had ever done for me. I liked it. I came in her
mouth and she swallowed it all down.

With her bladder empty and my tired dick down for the count, she spun around
and sat on my chest with her legs wide. She had her cunt within tongue's
reach, so I reached and thrilled her with a few frog laps. She smiled down,
and said while watching my tongue part her pink stuff, "Do we have a deal?"

I gave her slit a parting lap, looked up to her hopeful face, and said, "All
right, we have a deal, but how will this work with the other kids around?"

"Do whatever you want. I don't care what they see. We know Mom is a whore. I
'll just be one, too."

"And when you need to go tinkle?"

"You suck. You'll know when I need to go. I'll show you my pussy. Just crawl
over and start sucking."

"With them watching?"

"Dad, they all know what you do for Mom."

"How do they know?"

"I told them everything. Mom knows, but she didn't want to be the one. She
thought it was best if we didn't keep secrets. She'd like it if we kids saw
what you do. From what I hear, we'd like that, too. We can't wait, and I'm
dying to watch you lick cum out of her asshole."

Well, shit, so much for being a great dad married to a good mom. We were
about as perverted a lot as there ever was. The prospect was that things
would only get worse as the kids grew in that environment. Was Becky also
destined for the side shows? Were the boys future mother fuckers? Father
fuckers? Would I be a family porta potty? With Shelly sitting on my chest,
trying to coax my tongue out, the prospects for a normal home life seemed
bleak. Fuck it. I gave her some tongue, then thrilled her by sending it up
her ass. That put her ass on my face with my nose buried in her cunt. I felt
perverted. My dick got hard. I developed the urge for ass. That was some
fine ass.

I was fucking that fine ass when Deirdre entered the room with six men in
salesmen suits. My dick went south in a hurry. I slipped out of ass and
Deirdre ordered me out of the room. I slinked out like a worm. They were
still in there enjoying my wife and daughter when Becky and Billie arrived
home from school. That was my cue to return to the scene of the crime and
clean up the mess, now a double mess with witnesses.

Things did steadily degenerate from there, and would have continued to
degenerate had Deirdre not been given a pink slip. I always wondered how she
managed to keep that high profile position. Well, the shit caught up with
her six months later. The hotel had enough. When the corporate empire found
out what their popular salesman herder was doing, they had enough. This
snapped Deirdre back to a state of reality. She stopped cold turkey and I
lost my whore. Deirdre still goes on a binge from time to time, but nothing
like before, and Shelly stays out of it. Oh well, it was fun while it
lasted.

                                   The End