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He looked in on Leanora 'Ginger' Nelson. She had issues with men. They were never good enough... never handsome enough... never wealthy enough... never loved her enough... never, never, NEVER!

But she had such a big heart, she always had to give them a chance. She had been given nine men to choose from. She was the bachelorette of her own little world and they were here to earn her favor.

The first was a nervous little thing. A smart man, from the looks of it, with those little black glasses and nice button up shirt. She loosened his tie and smiled at him, laughed as he joked about leaving. Why would he want to leave, he just got there and they were going to have such a good time.

She pushed him down on the couch and sat on his lap, pressing kisses to his neck. He tried to push her away and she felt her heart break. She'd given everything for him. Just like every other man. And he was pushing her away. She just wanted love. Was that so much to ask?

Her hand, perfectly manicured, flew across his face. A redding welt and scratches from the nails shocking him into submission for a moment. It was long enough for her to get his pants open. Long enough for her to take that tie of his and tighten it even as she began to jerk him off.

His face began to go purple as the scratched at his neck. Desperate for air as his body reacted to the stimulation. Her legs were spread and she was pushing him inside her. Taking the pleasure she wanted, taking the love she needed.

His body shuddered and his arms fell to the side, limp as the last of his life drained from him. She continued to ride that half formed erection, reveling in how it got harder after he was dead. Rigor mortis set in fast where blood clumped the most. She was almost there, almost to her climax when his body relaxed, bowels emptying beneath her... inside her. She gave a frustrated growl and leaned forward to admonish his dead form for leaving her unsatisfied even when he could no longer do anything.

She pulled away, dejected as she went to the closet and pulled out a new dress. She still had eight more dates to go this night. And even though the men were never good enough... never loved her enough... her heart was just so very big.