’ Beth had explained earlier that this sort of talk would be used with all the girls. So it wasn’t like it was just specifically me. I mean not ju...t me who was referred to as a ‘slut’ or a ‘cunt.’ And Beth was really good at explaining how it was more a funny, jokey sort of talk the brothers used at these events, like goofing on things. Hence the crowd’s laughter. Hence Jevon’s laughing with them. The girls before me got the same treatment. They seemed to do OK with it, smiling and behaving. Ever since her husband died five years ago in a fight over his still, she’d been on her own. Before that she’d been a dependable, if not faithful, wife. In his circles the latter was very difficult. Get a load of that good shine on and anybody with enough stiffness to make her feel good, could. That was just a follow up of school days anyway so her husband didn’t think much of it.She remembered George cause his tool had an unusual downward curve that rubbed her insides quite nicely. They needed. They ordered more drinks and it was the one thing that Annie's memoriesdid not seem to help her with - it seemed that an undesired effect ofinebriation was the loosening of Annie's control over her drinking, aconclusion she did not realize until much later in this entire adventure(if you could call being thrust into your best friend's female body andforced to commit acts of espionage an adventure). As a result she waveredbetween pleasantly buzzed and laughingly drunk all night long. Along. The truth was, I’d only ever won once, and that had been a fluke. He was so much bigger and stronger than me. He took a few confident steps towards me and I backed up, keeping my stance loose to dart left or right. Tie in hand now, the top button of his white shirt undone, he stretched his shoulders and I felt a betraying flood of heat. He rolled his sleeves up to the elbow and untucked his shirt tails from his black chinos. With me wearing a skinny black t-shirt that said “I love Zombies”, red.