I hit something in the road, thwump, thwump, thwump I had a flat. I pulled over and reached into my bag for my cell. "Shit, I must have left it on the...table" I started to cry.Gathering my thoughts I looked around for signs of life. Off in the distance I saw lights and started walking. After about 20 minutes I found a bar at the edge of the warehouse district. It looked a little seedy and run down but I needed a phone so I went in.Entering the bar I became really nervous all the customers were. "Friday?"I ask, hesitating."No, idiot. Guess again,"she straightens her face as she play punches my chest."You're off your period?"The stare she gave me would have killed Darth Vader."One last chance and you better get it right this time or I am going to be very upset with you."I smile as I pull a a small box from my backpack, gift-wrapped, with a small, hand-written note on it and hand it to her."Happy anniversary, baby!"She screams and begins jumping around,"You remembered." Of course I did.. "My you don't waste any time getting what you want, do you?" I learned long ago that time wasted is never recovered. Now we canproceed with that shower knowing what we are really about."During the shower and while drying off we were constantly at each othersbodies. I loved the feeling of the warm shower spray on my head while myface was buried in her pussy while she seemed to prefer sucking my nippleslike a baby at its mothers. But that was to change. When we had finisheddrying each other. Bad girls. Crooks. Manipulators. Man-haters. Woman-haters. Racists. Anti-religious activists. Religious fundamentalists. Sex freaks. Radical feminists. Traditionalists. Animal rights activists. Environmentalists. They’re all the same to me. Though they all claim to be different from one another, they use the same tools to get what they want. Manipulation. Deception. Blackmail. Extortion. Intimidation. False accusations. Brute force. Treachery. And the list goes on. Here I am, twenty three years.