John was not at her side. Someone, or something had dragged him to the other side of the room. A hand grabbed her tits and another ripped off her skir.... It was then she noticed others approaching. Four zombie like creatures came toward her. The thing behind her grabbed her hands above her head as she struggled to get free. She watched as two others did the same with John. He was being mauled by a female who looked like her skin was dripping off her. She pulled down his pants and started. ”“I knew it. Such a shame you have to blackmail someone to get what you want.”“Kinda like how you’re doing now?”“This is different, you both wanna be here, you just don’t know it yet.”“Yeah whatever, can we watch the movie in silence before we miss too much of it?” I saw her getting ready to say something because it sounded like I made a demand, but at this point I just didn’t wanna go through another round of shit talk, I just wanted to get through this day, so for Rita’s sake, and mine, I. They could feel energies from certain women; be it in classroom, office, or social gathering. It was a sort of friendly feminine mojo; tacit, illicit and unsaid... ohhh but it led to so many, many encounters with new lady-friends of like minds, (and needs)!#Now here they were on a BFF "girl's day out." Oh fuck it; it was a date. Just call a spade a spade. They'd gone out on a date. recapturing a bit of that old magic between lovers in the quiet of the corner booth of a dark empty restaurant;. It was a little tight over the chestwhen I closed it as I do have large breasts but I was going to wear it mostlyopen any way. When I wore it over a black skirt, turtle neck and boots withmy long blonde hair hanging loose on my shoulders, I fantasised I was JaneAsher or some terribly chic chick from the mod era with a boyfriend in theBeatles. My boyfriend at the time sneered at it when I twirled around to show him. "Itlooks crummy, Marianne," Lenny said in that exaggerated south London accentof.