2020-05-23 - Fallout - Sally and Walter

Sally Carpenter power walked from her house to Walters house, but it did nothing to calm her distress.  Anger, fear and disappointment warred inside of her for attention.  In a long blue broomstick skirt and off the shoulder lace white blouse with a bright blue bra showing and her flats, she was ill dressed for venting, but she didn’t care.  She only slowed as she passed the Rose house, closing her eyes a moment in front of the house that started it all.  But once she cleared it, it was only 3 more doors down before she came to the house, Walter’s house … their old house.  That was anger she didn’t need.  Looking to her right, it hit her that Walter literally lived across the street from Michael and Stephanie Reinhardt.

Growling to herself, she once again faced the house.  She wasn’t really surprised to see that it had been graffitied … and graffitied badly.  Bad or good #makeitrightWalrus was sloppily written more times than #FireTheWalrus.  Sally decided to take that as a positive sign.  She took her keys out of her purse and unlocked the door, slamming and relocking it behind her. 

Sally stood there, breathing like some fictional dragon that had no place in a Carroll story or a Disney classic.  Then she decided not to storm through the house looking for him.  Years in the past she had chased him and been chased by him to their mutual delight.  But that was a long time ago and now her anger was almost as great as when she had packed up and left him.

Almost.  She had not screamed then.  Now … she screamed.

“WALTER!  First you piss off the crazy lady and don’t dare eat another cupcake from her shop!  Then you piss off the mayor and get us censored!  ‘I should know better.  I grew up here.’  you said!  But NO!  You don’t know better!  Your house has been tagged!  We’ve lost sponsors, Walter!  Your neighbors are pissed off!  Little old ladies are pissed off!  Women are pissed off!  BOTH mayors are pissed off!  EVERYONE is pissed off!  I printed it ALL out for you, Walter!  Every angry font!  You pissed off a CATHOLIC PRIEST, Walter!  You pissed off god's representative on earth!”  and finally she cools off a bit, panting heavily.  Now she goes to search for him, and when she finds him, she will plop down several sheets of paper including every Tweet aimed at them as well as all of the letters, each respectfully given its own paper to vent on.

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@IndiaTor  Kira Delmonaco was raped and @CKAR98AMAlexandra @WaltertheWalrusMcLeod gonna exploit? I might need to rethink my sponsorship dollars.  You’re not gonna do that to her and get MY money! #SupportKiraDelmonaco #makeitrightWalrus

@AqousticSpirit  Been listening to @CKAR98AMAlexandra since 2017. 5/18 show about Kira Delmonaco uncool! I might reconsider sponsorship. You wrong @WaltertheWalrusMcLeod  #SupportKiraDelmonaco #makeitrightWalrus

@CanadaCub222  Did @WaltertheWalrusMcLeod just try and shame Kira Delmonaco?  Looking for my bat! @CKAR98AMAlexandra #SupportKiraDelmonaco #FireTheWalrus

@WedAddams2001 replying to @CanadaCub222 I’ll help you find it.

@PerkatoryBuni  Ya done Kira wrong! #SupportKiraDelmonaco @WaltertheWalrusMcLeod #makeitrightWalrus

@HungryKitty727 Insensitive clod!  Kiss your 10% discount goodbye.  You don’t play nice!  @WaltertheWalrusMcLeod  #SupportKiraDelmonaco #FireTheWalrus

@ShayIce2002  @WaltertheWalrusMcLeod Uncool.  Jack Rose deserved more than he got.  I wish he’d been alive when Kira castrated him!  #SupportKiraDelmonaco #FireTheWalrus

@WedAddams2001 Replying to ShayIce2002 It’s unfortunate that public stoning is out of fashion these days. @WaltertheWalrusMcLeod @CKAR98AMAlexandra #SupportKiraDelmonaco #FiretheWalrus

@StephReinCA replying to @WedAddams2001 and ShayIce2001 We’ll have to settle for virtual stoning. That was not acceptable @WaltertheWalrusMCleod #makeitrightWalrus 

@timepersonLgant  @CKAR98AMAlexandra @WaltertheWalrusMcLeod @SallyTheCarpenter Im severe ashamed of you all as a former victim of rape. If i had been put to the public  eye like, let just say a tweet would not be all id do #FiretheWalrus #Survivor

@WedAddams2001 replying to @timepersonLgant Hugs to you. Walter’s an ass. #FiretheWalrus

@ElfOtakudad   @WaltertheWalrusMcLeod  The Fuck is wrong is with ya Close Your Damn Bathrobe and Mouth.@CKAR98AMAlexandra you aren't really going  to let this fly.  #SupportKiraDelmonaco

@ZabatGreek  SHAME @WaltertheWalrusMcLeod #SupportKiraDelmonaco #makeitrightWalrus

@BlackBrushZiggy  @SallyTheCarpenter You need a new hook! @WaltertheWalrusMcLeod gonna drag @CKAR98AMAlexandra DOWN!  Kira’s the only victim here!  #makeitrightWalrus
#SupportKiraDelmonaco

@BabyCatcherM We demand a public apology to Kira and all victims or get off the air. You were wrong @WaltertheWalrusMcLeod #SupportKiraDelmonaco #FiretheWalrus

@ChefChadLee replying to @BabyCatcherM This asshole? @WaltertheWalrusMcLeod Get the fuck off the air! @CKAR98AMAlexandra #FiretheWalrus #SupportKiraDelmonaco

@ChipmunkMama @WaltertheWalrusMcLeod @CKAR98AMAlexandra You outta be ashamed of yourself Walter. Where’s my wooden spoon?! #SupportKiraDelmonaco #FiretheWalrus

@ZebraRiotMitch Walrus you just need to fuckin own it man. You fucked up,  big time. @WaltertheWalrusMcLeod @CKAR98AMAlexandra #makeitrightWalrus #SupportKiraDelmonaco

@treedancer4FR Why the hell didn’t you do a show about Jack Rose? Way to victim shame. @WaltertheWalrusMcLeod @CKAR98AMAlexandra You have no idea of her pain. #SupportKiraDelomanco #FiretheWalrus #survivor

@TheDailyDeli To our patrons, until there is an apology we will be pulling our advertising from @CKARAM98Alexandra #SupportKiraDelmonaco #novictimshaming #makeitrightWalrus


@pocketninjahamster  @WaltertheWalrusMcLeod @CKAR98AMAlexandra
Really just stop using people pain for profit #SupportKiraDelmonaco

@mangamama  @WaltertheWalrusMcLeod Love retracted.@CKAR98AM Alexandra  Found a bigger dung pile .leave that girl alone! Pick on someone your own size.we'll wait#FiretheWalrus #SupportKiraDelmonaco

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Dear Walrus,

I spent decades being abused by my husband and I wish I had had the guts to do what that Kira girl did.  She’s among the bravest women I’ve ever seen to survive Jack Rose.  I’ve enjoyed your show, but you crossed a very sensitive line for me and other abused women.  You should apologize, young man and help Kira out to make up for it!

Kaitlin Rainhardt

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To Walter McLeod,

Have you lost what little goddamned mind you had?  If I were still mayor, I’d see you run out of this town on a rail, and Alexandra doesn’t have a railroad!  Your show on May 18th was beyond the pail!  I’ve known rape victims and as big an insensitve ass as I am, even I know you fucked up!  I might just represent that girl, now you’ve brought my attention to her plight!  She deserves better than a government lawyer!

Fred Sewid,
Former Mayor

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CKAR 98 am,

I am a newcomer to this incredible island.  Where I come from respect, especially for women, is sacrosanct.  God forgives, but with people, it is not always as easy.  This Kira Delmonaco appears to have had quite the nightmarish time of things.  For a man in your position to quip about seeing this woman's breakdown on your steps in your bathrobe and describe in such graphic details her actions does not speak well for you.  I will pray for Kira Delmonaco and ask God to send her the help she needs.

Yours in Christ.
+Fr. Liam Patrick O’Keeffe, S.J

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Dear Walter,

I was deeply disappointed by your actions on your May 18th show of The Walrus and the Carpenter. I have been working to process my anger and find the right words. The mental health and well being of Kira Delmonaco takes precedence over the sensationalism and shock value you might see in her life story. Trauma is not entertainment. Do you have any idea of the suicide rates among victims of sexual assault? Kira Delmonao is a person who is hurting and struggling and you put her pain on display. Perhaps you are also suffering from some kind of mental health concern that lead to this choice. If you require counselling to come to terms with it I would refer you to my colleague, Dr. Mary Henry. Because I cannot in good conscience say I do not have a  conflict of interest in my reaction. You need to seek reconciliation with Kira, the town and yourself. I encourage you to do this.

Dr. Gurshan Singh

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Wally,

Holy Twitter shitstorm! Look I don’t think you meant for this to blow up this big but people are pissed. You need to make this right and apologize. You fucked up bro. I love ya anyway but seriously, fix this ok?

Love,
Pauly

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She stands over Walter as he, hopefully reads every last font, but then her voice gentles … slightly.  “You OK?”

Walter was in his music room, smoking a big old joint in his black bathrobe, open over grey sweatshirts and an old Bowie shirt when Sally stormed in and yelled. He knew. He knew it was coming. He took the pages from her and cleared his throat, beginning to read. He read it all and puffed away with the occasional “Fuck...fuck fuck fuck...fuckity fuck….ah fuck. The emails affected him more than the tweets because they were more words, more revealing, but the tweets had taken their toll. He swallowed hard at all the victims who came forward. Walter was clueless and he now knew it. Clueless and wrong. He choked up completely when he got to his brother’s email “At least Pauly still loves me...but fuck Sally...I should just do you a favour and quit this fucking gig….” He’s defeated by it all. He snubs out the roach in resignation in a  nearby ashtray.

Sally listens to the swearing even as she begins to feel the contact high from his pot.  When he offers to quit, she smacks him in the back of the head.  “You can't quit!”  she tells him.  “You have to MAKE.  IT.  RIGHT!”  she sighs and plops down on a couch in the room.  “So how will you do that?”  she demands.  “And find a way to combine things, goddamnit!  Because you have a lot of people that pulled their dollars …. Make them happy.  I don’t care if India Tor and Kagiso Jackson ask you to become black sell yourself to the American NAACP.  Just get them BACK!”  she suddenly begins to giggle.  Damn Walter and his weed.

Walter is stuck in a pity loop “What can I do Sal? How the fuck can I coem back from this? They’re going to build me a fucking stake out there….I heard them tag me. There were eggs a few days back too…...tell me what to do Sal? Should I go down to the PD and beg before this Kira kid? Should I offer her my house? Fuck me...I’m an asshole…” He whines. He sees her giggle but he’s in a paranoid high now “Why are you laughing at me?” He had noticed her blue bra under her top and now he fixates on it a little too long.

Sally blows out a frustrated breath.  Once the way Walter got all high and stupid was almost enearing, and she had to admit that she still loved being needed by him.  “I’m laughing because there’s enough pot smoke in this room to make everyone in Jamaica high.”  she snaps.  But she doesn’t open a window … if there’d been eggs and graffiti, they may come back with rocks if they hear his voice.  “OK….”  she slaps her knees, leans forward almost too much and stands.  As usual, she was going to have to bail Walter out of his own shit pile.  She begins to pace a little.  “She has a house, so she doesn’t need yours.”  she tells him.  “My source at the PD tells me it’s a health hazard.  Like she hasn’t cleaned it since she was raped 6 years ago.”  not even Walter knows who her PD source is.  “So … AFTER your public and SINCERE..”  she slaps him in the back of the head when she reaches it.  “Apology .. lets work that angle.”  she stops and considers, moving to his side and absently massaging his shoulder.  “I’m torn between making you pay for the cleaning and maybe having a fundraiser…”  she bites her lip.  “Maybe even both.”  she looks at the far wall, thinking … or trying to.  She didn't visit Walter’s place much because he still smoked pot and she didn't.  Now she was light headed.

Walter nods along and looks like he’s about to light up another one when Sally’s head smack makes him drop it by the ashtray and he gives up on it. “Ok I can apologize...I can pay to have the place cleaned even. So then like a fundraiser to fix her house? We could do a  pledge drive? We could do a  remote pledge drive from the deli or Zabats...aw shit they hate me too….” He sighs “Maybe I should just start a grow op...I meana  bigger one…” He qualifies.

Sally sighs and nods.  “I’d say you offer to put in …  I don’t know … a certain amount down.  I’d say offer to match whatever the fundraiser makes, but if our local millionaires are still mad at you, they could make it even worse.”  He starts to go down the list of who hates him.  She takes his dropped joint and hands it to him, then hops on his desk.  “Central Park.” she suggests.  “SO far not a single squirrel has said a word.”  she sighs and leans forward, resting her hand on his shoulder.  “I’m going to get you through this, Walter ..  I always do.”

Walter concedes to Sally’s plan. It was a good plan after all. He looks at the joint and sets it back down “Thanks...but I’m gettin the fucking heeby jeebies today. Squirrels...mother fucking squirrels Sal!” He actually laughs now and then looks guilty “You shouldn’t have to. I’m sorry I’m such a royal fuck up.”

Sally watches as the joint is set aside and sighs in relief.  “You could always stop smoking….”  then she lifts her hands.  “I know I know, I’m delusional when I’m high.”  she giggles about the squirrels and then sighs deeply again.  “You’re a good man …  sometimes …  I mean … I’m still with you after all these years.”

Walter looks at Sally like she’s suggested he randomly chop off a limb “I could WHAT?” At her next words he looks a little misty and reaches for her hand “I know..still haven’t figured out why yet Sal...but thanks.”

Sally snorts.  “I said I was delusional, Walter.  Jesus you act like I just suggested you cut off your cock.”  she says it casually and then remembers what Kira had done and winces.  “Forget I said that.  Contact high .. contact really high.”  he takes her hand and she holds it, biting her lip and looking at them.  “Because…”  she nearly whispers and then closes her eyes.  “We’re … we’re branded.” but she squeezes his hand.  “And you can’t handle pressure without me.  We're.. a team…”  she scoffs a bit.  “But you owe me you silver tongued devil.  You owe me BIG.”

Walter instinctively crosses his legs and shudders. Then he laughs about the contact high and gulps about the rest. “I’ll pay...I’ll make this right Sally. I can deal with this whole fuckin town hating me...half of them probably already do. But if you did, I’d up and die.” He’s completely earnest in this proclamation.

Sally watches him cross his legs with a mean measure of satisfaction.  “This should work.  I’ll go and schmoose with India and Kagiso .. they are the two most important.  Maybe they
Can even help.  A musical fundraiser … get both of them some good publicity.”  she is still holding his hand.  Then he says how he'd be dead without her and she swallows hard. 
“I’ve tried to hate you.  Remember?”  she blinks hard.  “I tried on my way over here, and I couldn’t.  I can’t fucking ….”  she cuts herself off, blinking quickly before she makes a fool of herself.

Walter looks hopeful about Kagiso and India. They were in the tweet. If he could win them over again...he respected their work so much and loved their music. He looks down at their hands and back up at Sally. She seemed...emotional. He licked his lips nervously. He knew how easily he could piss her off “Sal….what are you saying?”

Sally keeps blinking but looks up at the ceiling.  “I love you, Walter.  You know that.  Love had nothing to do with … what happened.  Sometimes I even want you … no matter how big you get.”  she blows out a frustrated breath.  “But I can’t TRUST you ....”  she opens her mouth, closes it and tries again.  “You went all shock jock.  You KNOW I hate that.  You know MOST people hate that.  But you had to jump on the sensationalism train, didn’t you?”  maybe that was even what she meant to say.

Walter blows out a breath and rubs at his  eyes, closing them “Sally I know you can never forgive me, or trust me. I’ll love you till the day I die. I’m getting old Sal...I get twitchy. I think I need to kick it up a notch so they’ll still tune into me. I fucked it up.” He admits.

Sally snorted.  “You must be handcuffing your little .. chippies then.”  she grumbles and hopes she said it quietly enough to get away with it.  “Why kick it up?”  she rubs her tiny thumb on his big hand.  “We’re it, Walter.  We’re what Alexandra has.  No real competition ..”  she huffs again.  “Well not for you.”  she grumbles again.

Walter raises a brow at the handcuff comment but doesn’t address it. He sighs “I dunno midlife crisis….uh part 2? I don’t know why I do things.” He looks at her thumb “Who do you think is your competition? They all like you better Sal? I mean some hotshot could come in and replace me tomorrow…..that DJ Quentin. He’s got the voice, the charm, the following. He’s 10 years younger and 50 pounds fitter….”


Sally leans forward to slap Walters head again and slips off the desk.  She rights herself, then does it.  “Midlife crisis number 2?  You’re going to be 37 in a MONTH you idiot!”  then she stands beside him and strokes his hair, which is still a sexy feature.  “Quentin can be a host in the hours we aren't on.  But I honestly don’t think he has what YOU have in SPADES …  Confidence.”  even though she is playing with his hair and bucking up his confidence .. once she did .. he’d be fine.  Again.  She pulls her purse from its position across her shoulders and between her small breasts.  “Idiot.”  she murmurs as she pulls her phone out and taps.  She holds it up to her ear.  “Hi ….”  she almost sing-songs.  “Yea I’m talking to him now and he knows how bad he fucked up.  But he has an idea.  What if he holds a musical fundraiser to help Kira to pay for a housecleaning?  SGDI’s expensive, but ya can’t blame them.”  she laughs and a murmur of a voice comes out that can’t really be heard.  “Exactly.  He gives Kira a public apology on the air.  He sets up the fundraiser and you guys sing at it?  Because …  he loves you guys so much, he really does.  You just have to understand, India … he’s a male .. and more idiot than most of them, believe me.”  she bites her lip, still stroking Walter’s hair.  “Oh India I owe you so big right now.  We’ll set up the dates and stuff Tomorrow and Walter will make the announcement on Monday … the lunch show to get the most we can out of it.”  she pauses, nodding.  “You too.”  and she clicks off, tossing her phone on her purse on the desk.  “OK ….  That’s done, but the rest is up to you, and yes I’ll help you write the apology so you don’t sound like you don’t mean it.”  she promises, nearly sagging in relief.

Walter looks taken abc by her compliments and leans his head into her hair stroking. Fuck that still felt good. He watches her make a call, he’s assuming to wither India or Kagiso from her side of it. Then she says India and he nods lightly. And then frowns More idiot than most? He hears but she’s still stroking his hair and like a cat he laps it up. When she says she’ll help him write the apology he nods slowly “Ok….” Then maybe it’s the pot, and maybe it’s her hand in his hair but impulsively he grabs hold of her arm below where she’s stroking his hair and tries to pulls her to him, if he can and if it works he’ll pull sher right onto his lap and if he also can he’ll kiss her out of the blue. It’s possible he’ll get slapped right out of his chair though.

Sally strokes Walter’s hair … which is in many ways his crowning glory.  He needs his ego stroked if he’s going to have confidence and pull off his part of this miracle.  And then, she is in his lap and he is kissing her.  Her response is nearly automatic and she kisses him back.  It’s been a long time since they’ve even come close to being this close.  And Walter can kiss.  But she bak up, the kiss making her breathless already.  “You're not putting that dick in me.”  she pants, but then she kisses him with possibly more passion than he kissed her.  Her trust meter is still relatively low with him and some of the women he screwed … she didn’t even want to think about it.

Walter wraps his arms tightly around Sally and kisses her like there’s no tomorrow. When she pulls back and says he’s not getting any he chuckles into the kiss. He was fine with this. Shocked she went for it even. And when she kisses him again with more passion he feels his whole body respond to her and runs his hands up and down her back before breaking the kiss “I know I can never say I’m sorry enough...but I am sorry Sal. so fucking sorry.”



*****WARNING*****This portion of the blog post contains graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.








Sally looks at him when he breaks the kiss and apologizes.  He’s right about that much.  All of her hopes for marriage and family down the drain.  “I know …”  she murmurs and kisses him softly.  She considers a moment and moves one of his hands to her waist.  “Maybe …..”  she swallows, because being in his arms is intoxicating and she squirms against her own excitement.  Usually she is not so wishy washy, and maybe she’d had one too many nights of the only hands on her being her own.  “You still owe me ….”  she squirms in the lap, not meaning to.  “I don’t know what.  Something.”

Walter looks at Sally with surprise, love and then following her movement of his hand to her waist he meets her eyes again with a look of burning desire. “Something….” he murmurs and kisses her again before standing up and trying to carry her with him towards the desk. It’s a big old sturdy antique desk with a computer at the far end, At the closer end it’s covered in a mess of papers. If Sally doesn't protest he’ll carry her to and sit her on the edge and then leaning past her briefly literally sweep the papers onto the floor as he keeps kissing her and leans her back.

Sally doesn’t protest.  She is super light.  If Walter is overweight, she is underweight.  She sits on the desk while Walter sweeps the papers off of it.  Chuckling into the kiss, she lays back and runs one leg up his side, hiking her long skirt up a bit.  “I’ve always loved how you go for … something.”  she murmurs between kisses.  She continues to play in his hair.  “Such incredible locs.  You’ll never go bald.”  she predicts.

Walter smirks at her between kisses “Not unless you pull my hair out.” As she hikes the skirt he takes the cue and slides his hands right under it. Starting to kiss down her neck and into her off the shoulder top he rasps “You did say no dick….so I’ll offer something else…”” He pulls and pushes the top around getting into it from various angles and kissing and licking and simply ravishing her upper body while one of his hands slides right between her legs.


Sally sighs as she feels him sliding his hands up her skirt.  “No dick.”  she confirms.  And when he begins to ravish her upper body, memories kick in and her body responds as if from muscle memory.  “Oh that tongue.”  she rasps in her turn.  “That beautiful .. talented .. tongue.”  she lays back a bit more still all but massaging his scalp.  Her other hand almost impatiently lifts on side of her bra, exposing her bare breast, her nipple already hard.  She tries to remember his aggravating points but can barely manage.  “That charm, Walter…”  she is already wet for him.

Walter happily takes in the nipple, right into his mouth and flick at it with his tongue for a fair amount of time. He moans at her words and his fingers begin to work their way into her panties. Finding her already wet he looks up at her “Oh fuck yes…” and then reaching one leg back he pulls his rolling desk chair forward dives under her skirt and just pulls her panties to one side. He can’t wait for her, to taste her, to please her. His big flat tongue is pressing hard into circles on her clit, head moving up and down between her legs.

Sally moans as he flicks her nipple with his tongue and as he finds her wet for him, she chuckles as he gets the chair and makes himself comfortable.  Her hands again find his hair.  “Oh Walter …  I miss this part.”  she moans as he circles her clit.  “The way you use that tongue.  SIlver tongue … oh god.”  her legs lift onto his broad shoulders and her knees fall to the sides, opening herself wide to him.  “Devil.  Oh god Walter you make me feel so good.”

Walter loves it and keeps going, moaning into her as she legs go over his shoulders. He speeds up a little, caresses her ass, the back of her thighs and then under the motions of his tongue slides a finger deep inside her, moving it in time with the tongue. He could do this all day.

Sally moans, her hips moving up and down.  It was always like this.  He would stroke her clit and she would stroke his ego.  “Remember when I wanted to quit.”  she breathes, her head moving side to side in pleasure.  Walter almost seems to reply by inserting his wide finger, making her hips lift eagerly.  “You used that tongue to … “  sme moans again, arching her lit into his mouth.  “Convince me to stay.  Oh god Walter, yes.”  she makes herself think of something to cool herself down.

Walter hears every word but fixates on convince me to stay. He knew she was talking about the past but if he could do it again he would, right here, tonight, in the house that should still be theirs together. Sally’s calming. He can feel it. He wants to rev her up again. He slides his free hand up her body and finds the nipple that’s still out and begins to play with it while he carefully maintains his actions below the skirt. He almost bucks his face into her, willing her to find more and more pleasure.

Sally writhed under him, taken to days past.  His hand finds her nipple again and the combination of the two sensations above and below her waist make her arch her back.  “Oh god.  Walter.  Only you ….”  she trembles slightly.  “Make me cum …… the way only you can … oh god .. please .. make me cum.”  she wants that more than anything now.  He is edging her … he can tease or he can knock her over the edge.  Walter is in complete control at this second and Sally doesn’t care.  She only wants him to take that control away from her.

Walter hears her, feels her so close. She’s asking for more. But she also said no dick so he’s respecting that wish. He keeps going with what he’s doing going harder and deeper with his finger thrusting into her. The upper hand still plays with her nipple. As a last surprise trying to hit all the zones he can he slides the next finger on his thrusting hand gently into her asshole. It was hit or miss but he was going to risk it today. She’d either get off or just kick him in the face.

Sally is on the brink and Walter brought her there.  Two things happen at the same time.  Just as she feels his intrusion in her ass, she also begins to cum.  Crying out in an unheard combination of pleasure and indignation, she sits up, puts her feet on his elbows and pushes his arms aay.  Then she grabs him by his shirt and, trembling, pulls them face to face.  “You want in me that bad?”  she pants, her voice husky.  “How bad do you want to fuck me, Walter?”  This is a Sally no one in Alexandra has ever known.  Perhaps no one in Canada.  She pants hard with an orgasm that was hard, but annoyingly short.

Walter hears her cries, feels her rcum, and chuckles into her and then without warning get pulled up and is face to face. She’s scary right now but fucking hot scary “Sal...my balls are gonna fuckin explode. Please let me in…” He’s already poised to slide down his sweat shorts, and his erection is pressed into her so that they would be already doing it if it weren't for his clothes.

Sally is beginning to come back to herself.  Walter is already hard and she can feel it.  She sees his hands ready to slide his pants down and, for half a second all she wants it to feel him inside her after so many years. But she sits up and reaches down under his belly.  She grabs his hard cock and begins to jack him off inside of his sweat shorts.  “I’m not one of your little sluts, Walter.”  she begins to jack him off.

Walter moans and smiles “I never said that Sal...and I’ll take whatever you want to...oh fuck yeah..” He thrusts at her hand and gets into it. “God woman…..” He’ll take what he can get and he’s pretty sure she knows it.

Sally still knows Walter’s body and she brings him a little closer to an orgasm.  Then she stops and grabs his face with both of her hands.  “You fucking pig.”  she growls.  Pushing him away she yanks her clothes back into place.  “At least you ALMOST got me off.  Next time you stick a finger in my ass I rip it AND your cock off.”  she grabs her purse and moves to him again.  “Call one your your skanks to finish you off.  If they have the tits to come over here.”  and she smacks him with her purse and storms out of the room.  On her way downstairs she screams back.  “Have that apology in my inbox by noon tomorrow or so help me god I’ll lead the lynch mob my damn self.”  The slamming of his front door will surely carry.

Walter lets out a little pained almost squeal which is ironic because the first words he hears are Sally calling him  a pig. He gulps at her threat and nods “Sorry I was just jazzing things…” He stops talking. For once he realizes it’s better to stop. He reels a bit at the smack and sighs. He’d fucked it up again. Just like he always did. He hears the door slam behind her after the demand for the apology deadline. He can feel himself going soft already from the weight of his own idiocy and her reaction. Walter pulled his rolling chair that had been ever so helpful around to his computer and opened a document. He begins it in the only way he can think of “Dear Alexandra. My name is Walter McLeod and I am an asshole……”