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Outdoor tits lesbian. Joan Lanier was starting to hate her computer more and more everyday.
She couldn't shake the feeling that the screen and its little blinking cursor were mocking her. She had watched that cursor blink for weeks now. Even when she closed her eyes she could still see it.
She drank the last of her coffee, cold and bitter. She found herself wishing she had a cigarette. She had never smoked, but the characters in her books usually did when they were feeling conflicted or depressed. She thought it gave them an antique quality.
She read over her last page for the thousandth time:
"Sometimes I lie awake at night and think about it," Lauren said, looking out the passenger window so that she didn't have to face him.
"Thinking about what?" Stephen asked, the light from the headlamps of the other cars reflecting off his glasses, turning his eyes into flat white marks in the middle of his face.
"My mother lying in that hospital bed
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By the end she wasn't even strong enough to pick her head up. I think about what that must have felt like, being trapped inside yourself."
"Do you think about this a lot?"
"A lot. A little. I don't know. I think-"
And that was all. "I think" and then nothing.
Joan had no idea what Lauren was thinking or what she meant to say next or what Stephen would say in return
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Everything after that point in the conversation was blank, a thick white fog that rolled over the rest of her book.
She had spent two weeks staring at "I think" and daring it to become a sentence. So far it had just stayed teen anal stockings orgy two words.
Joan sighed and rubbed her eyes. She left her little blinking friend behind and went to the kitchen to make more coffee. Along the way she picked up the phone, switched it to speaker, and pushed the first number on the speed dial.
There were two short rings and then a husky female voice:
"Talk."
"Hi Donna"
"Joanie! How are you?"
"Miserable."
"Is it the book?"
"Of course it's the book, when is it ever not the book?"
"When you're finished."
"This one will never finish."
"That's what you said about 'The Dutch Wagon.'"
"This is different. Worse. I haven't written a word in two weeks."
"What's it about?"
"A teacher who's engaged to a mortician. She's dealing with morality issues because his work makes her think about her mother's death and she doesn't know how to cope with it

She loves him but she has too much baggage and she has to learn how to separate him from that."
"Sounds boring."
"It is. It's painfully boring. I can't make it work. Everything I try just falls flat."
"Why a mortician?"
"I don't know. Have you ever read about a mortician's wife? I never have. But they must get married
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I wondered what that would be like, coming home to a guy who puts his hands all over dead people. How do you get that out of your head?"
"If you can't write it then maybe this just wasn't meant to be. It might be time to just give up and write something else."
"I can't, I'm over deadline as it is. My publishers want my head on a platter." Joan sipped her coffee and resumed her staring match with the computer. It was still winning.
"Don't give me that



'The Dutch Wagon' sold more copies than the Bible last year, they should be eating out of your hand. If you need a little extra time to finish your new project just tell them it'll be done when you're good and ready."
"Donna, what time is it?"
"Don't you have clocks in your house?"
"Not anymore."
"Is this some eccentric writer thing?"
"No, I took them all down last week. Turned off the one on the computer too. I thought that the reason I couldn't write was I was becoming too preoccupied with a schedule, so I wanted to free myself from the reminders of the impending deadline."
"Did it work?"
"Well, it's quieter around here. But I didn't write anything

What time is it?"
"It's almost one in the morning hon."
"Jesus Donna, I'm sorry. I wouldn't have called if I had known."
"Darling, be a dear and shut up will you? I prefer talking with you over whatever I was dreaming about."
"Donna what am I going to do? I'm way over deadline! I signed a contract and I owe them another damned book. I've already spent the advance and they're getting impatient. I feel like I made a deal with the devil and now I have to pay up."
"Now that's an idea, a deal with the devil."
"Trade my soul for an ending?"
"Nah, you'd probably have to offer him something valuable."
"I could blow him."
"Tsk, such language, how degrading. That's still not worth anything anyway."
"Okay, you could blow him."
"That would do the trick."
"You have his number?"
"I must somewhere, I do know everybody after all

Do you know what the real solution to your problem is dear?"
"I thought we were going to go with devil deal? Do we have a better plan than that? I was liking that plan."
"No devils, just the next best thing: wine."
"Wine?"
"Wine."
"How does wine help?"
"Might loosen you up. Help get the creative juices flowing. Even if it doesn't work, well, then you're plastered, and so much for your problems. It's win-win."
Joan wasn't convinced, but she uncorked a bottle anyway. An hour later she still hadn't written anything. An hour after that she was asleep.
***
The first thing she was aware of the next day was the pain in her upper back
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She had passed out at her desk again. Harsh white light was poking through the opening in the blinds like an uninvited guest.
Asleep at the computer, she thought, and all I have to show for it are a sore neck and a hangover. Her coffee from the previous night was still there, cold and black. She drank it anyway, wondering when the last time was that she'd had hot coffee.
She fired up the computer, prepared to spend another hour or two staring vacantly at her unfinished sentence. To her surprise, she found that several new pages had appeared on the document .
Had she been writing while drunk? That rarely turned out well, but at this point progress of any sort was welcome.
She began to read:
"A lot
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A little. I don't know. I think...Stephen, pull over."
"What? Now?"
"Yes, now please. Right now."
"Where?"
"Somewhere out of the way. Dark. Private."
Stephen was visibly confused but said nothing more. He found a quiet spot on a sides street, under a lamp0st that had burnt out. He killed the engine, then turned to look at her.
"Alright, we're here

What's this all about?"
Lauren reached over, sliding her hand up the seat between his legs and cupping his crotch. "This. Undo the belt for me, will you? I can never get those damn things off."
Joan choked on her coffee.
"The hell? Lauren we're in the middle of-"
"Okay, fuck it, I'll do it myself."
After a few seconds of struggling she unbuckled the belt and yanked the entire thing off. Even in the darkened car interior she had an easy time undoing his fly. She reached in and grasped the rapidly stiffening shaft of his cock.
"Hon," he said, "I really don't think this is-"
"Shut the fuck up, will you?" she pulled it, out, watching it swell and harden as she stroked. She lowered her head, placing her lips lightly against the tip, kissing it. She heard Stephen's breath catch in his throat.
Joan leaned closer to the screen, eyes wide in disbelief

Had she really written this?
Lauren extended the tip of her tongue, wetting the swollen head, licking around and around the rim until hot saliva dribbled down the shaft.
Stephen shifted in his seat, leaning back, fingers digging into the upholstery. She moved her mouth over him, lips parted, rubbing them back and forth over the length of his cock, tasting him.
She extended her tongue, lapping along the sides before swirling it over the head again.
Joan scanned down several paragraphs. This went on for quite a while...
Stephen began to grunt and push with his hips, fucking her throat. She wrapped her lips tight around the shaft as it protruded into her mouth.
The sound of her wetly sucking filled the car interior, an undertone to Stephen's increasingly intense moaning. She bobbed her head up and down in rhythm with his movements, tongue swirling madly around and around until finally he pushed all the way in and there wasn't any more room, her mouth completely full.
After a while she stopped moving and just concentrated on remaining as still as she could, letting him pump inside her mouth, moving only her lips in a steady, intense suckle.
Stephen's fingers knotted in her hair, pushing her down, putting more and more pressure on the back of her head.
He was close now, she could tell, the pressure building. She moaned, her lips vibrating against him, and that was enough to push him over the edge. He gushed hot and thick in her mouth, and she swallowed in greedy gulps.
Joan's eyes flicked over the rest of the chapter:
They finish up and then Stephen starts the car, the two driving all the way home in silence.
As soon as they're in the door Lauren goes to the bathroom and locks herself in, spending over an hour in the shower, letting the water get so hot that it almost scalds her. Her skin is red and angry when she finally comes out.
She goes straight to bed, lying beside Stephen without touching him and refusing to say a word
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He can't tell if she's crying or not. The chapter ends when he finally gives up talking to her and turns off the light.