After a few Millers and few thrown beer bottles at slow-moving barges, Rachael turned her attention to me. ‘So, Marvi-baby, would you be like a Duke...or a King.’ she slurred. Going with the flow, I said, ‘Rachael, right here, right now with you, I am going to say I’m … a King.’ ‘I knew it!’ she trumpeted. She leaned her head out the window and shouted to the underside of the bridge, ‘I am going to make love to a King!’ With that, she tossed her bottle out the window and leaned over to me. ‘Is. “You can’t speak?,” he asks. She shakes her head. “Come with me? You must be very tired,” he asks. She nods. He carries her top hat. They walk slowly to his house not far off in the silence of the night. He gives her a big glass of Coke with ice. She rests awhile in his armchair then points to the bathroom. Ouan hears her running the bath tub then the sound of her getting in. Soon she knocks on the inside of the door. “You want something?,” he speaks into the door. Silence. "Of course I'll say yes! I was just waiting all this time for you to realize you wanted to ask me!" Her smile faded. "I have to tell you something important though. Please don't be angry! I think I must have done something wrong. My, um, monthly never came. I told your sister when I started feeling sick in the mornings. By then it was a whole month late." Blushing prettily, she continued. "Monica made me go tinkle on a little stick. It somehow told her I'm expecting. I'm sorry!"Leon threw back. . you never learn." She likes to fuck," McShea said, grinning evilly. "And when a broad likes to fuck, her pussy does her thinkin' for her, eh, baby?" Maybe she'd rather suck than fuck," hissed Poulette. "Let's find out."Ginny jerked her eyes from one to the other, eyes wide with terror, while her small white teeth nibbled helplessly at her lower lip. Suddenly, her breath caught, wadding in her throat as she watched Axel lean over her, his huge hand reaching down between her legs at her.