Well, she kind of was, but it was all superficial. She still had some baby fat, she had braces, and no one had ever taught her anything about wearing ...he right makeup. Added to all that her hair was all wrong for her facial structure. I pooh-poohed the 'unattractive' bit, told her she was very desirable, and that the right guy just hadn't shown up yet. She got up to use the bathroom and when she came out, she was naked."If you think I'm attractive, prove it!"The bottom line is that Debbie went. He felt a frustrated urgency to be spontaneously erect and functional because of the mound of rocks avalanching from the adjacent room. Did she want to be moaning right now as her friend was moaning? Were they competitive friends? Would they both want to retell, embellish and compare their sexual adventure with each other afterwards? An idea entered into his head; carpet burn. This room had carpet, the other, mere floorboards. The proof would lie in the pudding. Mild carpet burn is a rather. She struggled for breadth as his tongue tore between her lips and he sucked away the pink lipstick on her lips.As they struggled in bed, his hands pressed her boobs. It wasn’t necessary to use such force.Poor Komal struggled to keep him from sucking her nipples. She began to sob.He left her after a whole lot of kissing on her boobs and neck and shoulder and on the place between her boobs and her navel.He had not yet removed the clothes below her waist. As he sat up, she turned around and slept. "You ok, buddy?" slurred a voice. The smell of the man was of sweat, bad wine, and urine all mixed into a horrible odor.Ken dragged himself to his feet."I'm fine," Ken croaked."Suit yourself," answer the man as he shuffled on down the street.Just then, Ken noted a heavy shape in his coat pocket... his pistol.Revenge, he thought. There must be a way to find truth and to exact revenge on someone.He resolutely started trying to retrace his steps back to the Klub Kasbah. He wandered down dark.