he pounded me. After a long, gratifying session, I finally made Vince explode inside of me by squeezing his dick really hard with my pussy muscles. I was satisfied but Vince wasnât. He wanted to taste me some more, so I got comfortable and allowed him to delight in my pussy paradise until every nerve in my body felt as if it had been struck by lightning. When I finally had enough, I snuggled up to Vince and we both fell fast asleep.
So there you have it, Joy. Iâm sleeping with my stepson and Iâm enjoying it. We donât fly back home for another two days and Iâm going to enjoy every minute of it. I have got to go now. Vince is touching himself in his sleep and I feel like committing dick murder.
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I drop the e-mail like it had caught on fire. Dayum! Macy couldnât hit those bleep buttons fast enough. I clear my throat. âThere you have it, listeners. I do hope that this sister is listening. You know you canât keep this up. At some point you are going to have to make up your mind. This is a fatality waiting to happen. We want to hear from you not about you. Get my drift? Well, WHOT family, looks like weâre out of time. We were rocking and rolling tonight. And weâll be back tomorrow for some more action-packed drama. So, until next time, remember life is what you make it. This is Joy Newhouse, Lata!â
I snatch off my headphones and drop them on top of the console and fall back in my seat. Oh what a night, to borrow a line from the mighty Dells. Iâm still shook up about the attempted suicide and the chick with her stepson. What is wrong with people?
Macy comes into the studio and pulls up a seat next to me. âYou okay?â
I nod numbly. âYeah. Iâm good.â I turn to look at her. âSome show, huh?â
âYeah. Wanna grab some coffee?â
I shake my head. âNo. Iâm going to go on home.â
She pats my shoulder. âSee you tomorrow, then. And donât sweat Bledsoe. You know heâs not ready for prime time.â She forces a laugh then pushes up from the chair and leaves.
I sit there for a few minutes until I hear movement at the door and see Tommy, who heads up the gospel show until the morning drive, come through the door.
âWild show, Joy,â he says, and walks in.
âAlways,â I chirp, forcing cheer and nonchalance into my voice.
He grins. âPrincess of the airwaves.â
I get up. âHave a good show, Tommy. Maybe you can tell your holy listeners to say some prayers or sing some songs for mine.â
He laughs from deep in his gut. âYour folks need more than song and prayer.â
Humph. Heâs probably right.
I gather up my belongings and walk out. Before I leave I go to my small office and pick up my bag of mail. I figure Iâll read a few letters before bed. That usually helps to relax me.
CHAPTER 7
I putter around the kitchen, waiting for the pot of water to boil for some tea, then take my cup of chamomile tea to the bedroom. On my way I notice a note under my front door. Frowning, I go to the door and pick up the folded piece of white paper and open it.
Joy,
I wanted you to know that I really dig you and hope we can see each other again. Listened to your show tonight. Glad everything turned out okay. Give me a call sometime.
Randy Temple
His number was written at the bottom. I didnât know whether to feel good or scared. Was this brother stalking me? When did he leave the note? Iâd swear it wasnât there when I came in, but maybe it was. I shake my head, determined to toss off the sense of unease, and go to my bedroom.
I probably should have listened to all of Macyâs warnings about letting strange men into my apartment. She had good reason to warn me.
About four years ago, just when my show was really getting hot and my ratings were on and popping, there was this guy who would be standing outside the studio at the end of my shift. At first I
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