Darla saw the shine of her own pussy on those ruby lips and she leant down to kiss them softly, tasting her own sweetness as she did so. Breaking from...the kiss she looked at the stunning figure of Edward standing there still throbbing and wanting his release, she beckoned him over with a curl of her finger and pulled him down onto the bed with them. She was bored of being on her back now so she climbed on top of him and let him feel how wet her pussy was as she pressed it against his hard. He showed no pain, but she knew the blow to his kidney had hurt him. She circled, waiting for its pain to dull his reaction, and for her mind to clear. But suddenly he attacked.His charge got him into her reactive punch with the heel of her hand, but he let it glance off his chest and pinned her arm to his side, and they twisted to the mat. She felt the heel of his foot pummel her solar plexus, and her eyes saw stars again. Pain radiated out. He held her with a leg over her abdomen, her arm. .Hmm. Do you prefer tampons or pads?" she inquired."How the hell would I know?" I asked myself. (I barely know what the differenceis.) "I... I'm not sure." I said a bit squeamishly.She studied me for a moment. "I'll just grab you some pads," she said as sheshooed me into the shower.After I got out (And may I add that was one of the nastiest things I've everexperienced) my humiliation continued. The nurse handed me a box of pads. I tookthem and retreated back into the bathroom. I looked the box. If I went to sleep or am still awake as usual. You feel frustrated, a little angry, and sad. You throw the bed set onto the floor.I head to the first bar I can find. I am not a bar woman. I hate the way my shoes always manage to stick to the floor and how dark it is. But tonight, I’m ready and willing to accept anything to fill this urge. I walk up to the bartender and tell him to give me something strong. My reckless behavior will lead me somewhere tonight, anywhere but where my heart really.