I felt Mark's knees weakening as I swooped down onto him, taking him deeper, moaning with my own pleasure at the taste, the feel of his still growing ...haft in my mouth. This had to be his very first blowjob. I wondered if it was his first sex..."Let's sit down on this bale of straw, Mark," said Sarah.I let him slide out of my mouth, and opening my eyes I saw Sarah with her new dress wide open, her beautiful breasts spilling and lolling, her panties still caught around one ankle. She was sitting. "Yes, unless you want him to stab you," Brandon said.Connections sparked in my mind, and I held up my hand. "Hold on." Puzzle pieces clicked into place, spelling out a new answer. "But that's missing an important point. What you described—that's how Trina's reacting to me. She's trying to hurt me so much that I stop attacking her. But the thing is—when did I start attacking her? I've been leaving her alone. I've been just staying out of her way." In other words, why is she attacking. I decided to get truly serious by training to my absolute maximum. The weight was falling off me. By week 5 I decided to venture into town. I kept a low profile and brought food supplies to last another month. I then wandered into a computer store and brought a laptop with internet access. My final trip that day was to the gun store where I brought a good semi auto 7 mm rifle and a 9mm Sig P228 and plenty of ammunition for both. The store was also a pawn shop so an old boxing bag and gloves. So, I get a hotel room right on the strip, expensive yes but in hindsight sooooooo worth it. After checking in and hangin out by the pool and flirting all day with some sexy ass women, I decide to check out the night life once night fell. I hop in the shower real fast and then I'm out on the strip, basically bar hopping. Bar here, bar there, drink here, shot there. So safe to say I was "buzzed". I walk into this club, a Latin club. And while the women were gorgeous, I noticed some of them were.