On All Hallow Eve, an angel helps her break free.
Enjoy..
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Just as Pauline knew he would, Jackson turned off of Burstyn Highway and took the wending blacktop to Streidel Lake Park. After three or four, four or five beers, he would demand s*x. It was a twelve mile walk from Streidel Lake to her trailer. Pauline did not have to hide her sigh of despair; his music was booming and thumping so loud he'd not hear her sigh anyway.
It was always the same pattern. Dinner at Sidwell's Diner or if he just got paid, Dawson's BBQ restaurant, then to Streidel Lake for him to drink four or five beers. If she was lucky, he'd be satisfied with a blow job. Lately, though, he'd discovered anal s*x. Pauline had discovered how much she hated anal s*x; he never took the time to prepare her for the unn
