He was wearing a Davey Crocket hat with beaver tail and a fringed suede jacket.I could overhear that he had a French accent but was speaking English. ... I had had a few beers by then and I was feeling bold,I got up and pulled the tail of his hat and asked if he would like a beer.He smiled and said that he was leaving soon but thanks anyway.He got up and went to the washroom and I followed him.The washroom was empty and I followed him up to the urinals.I stood near him and came right out with. Destined for my special friend, discarding her tights at the foot of the bench.I gulped.“You alright?”“Definitely,” I muttered; my cock rose at the thought of the sex I’d see; watching the pounding of my friend filled me with excitement. She looked so flawless and untainted: her hair elegantly smooth, her skin radiant and her pussy untouched. I knew by the end of the evening she would be a mess: taken by the scores of men eager to fuck the eighteen-year-old. She would look like a slut, a brazen. She bobbed her head up and down several times, and I warned her I was getting close. She reached behind me, and stuck her finger up my ass, hitting my prostate. I went off like a cannon, and she had to swallow like crazy to keep up. When she was done, she still had a mouthful of cum; she walked over to Jane, tilted her head back, and when Jane opened her mouth, Tina let my cum run into her mouth. They both looked at me, and made a production of swallowing it. They then French-kissed, and I was. We ran in opposite directions, and he went after Hermana. Oh God! What if he got her?" Felice shoved Maggie away and ran out the front door.So much for walking home being safe. The girls had been accosted. God knows what is happening to Hermana ... I handed Maggie a phone:"Call the cops. I can fix this." I left Maggie standing there alone and ran upstairs. The silver clock was waiting, expecting me. I held it tight against my chest, closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep.I was standing.