I refocused on Li. She was holding a scalpel, and getting out some gauze and some antiseptic powder. I tried to hold a light stick. She was muttering ...o herself in Chinese. "You hold head still, I try to cut." This was crazy ... she could barely see what she was doing.I had no idea if she had clue one about what she was going to do. It seemed like the right thing, though. I mean ... on the TV shows they were always drilling into somebody's skull to relieve the pressure. But I didn't hold out. The more often, the better.A woman's drives are much more complex. To give her genes the best chance of survival through the generations, she can't follow the male pattern of simply having as many children as possible. Instead, she has to find a way of supporting her children, to give them the best chance. In most of human history, that meant finding a strong man to support her and the children, and binding him closely to her. So that's what her drives are telling her. It doesn't matter as much. I am a bi guy average build brown eyes and hair. I was working one Tuesday night which is always the slowest night of the week when a guy came in and sat down at the bar. I asked him what he wanted to drink and he ordered a crown on the rocks. It was getting close to closing time which is 12am on weeknights so I was cleaning glasses and getting the bar ready to close since I worked by myslef during the week. He had finished the first drink so I made him another and when I placed the drink. I thrust into her like a rabbit on Easter. The washing machine rumbled around beneath us. I'm sure that the girls living on the floor beneath must have thought that the sky was falling. We were in a state of complete abandon. Nothing was going to interrupt this fuck. We were definitely making a lot of noise. When I started feeling close, I opened my eyes and looked towards the doorway. There were 3 or 4 cute little 18-year-olds staring at us, with girlish grins on their faces. I smirked.