"No way, and they look to skinny. Iron myregular jeans if you're getting so picky." No shot my little Taylor," said Craig, pushing his finger through ...package and pulling out some underwear. "You're about to try a new look." Very funny," said Taylor, catching the white underwear after Craig tossedthem right off his face. "These are panties, moron." Bingo!" said Craig. "Put them on and do it immediately." Are you insane?" said Taylor, getting infuriated."No, just an addict according to my signed. "Supported by Patrick?s arm we walked back to our rooms. The silence in the corridors disturbed only by the swishing of his skirts and the clacking of his shoes.I looked into the mirror on my mud covered, punched face. My brow was still bleeding but it did not look as bad as I thought. Only my white shirt was wasted, so I took it off and threw it into a corner. A sharp pain from my ribs reminded me of other wounds than to my face. I washed my self and took another look on my face."Autch!". That’s it. Treat me like that. Treat me like the hot and horny slut I am.”The banging against the wall suddenly stopped and the woman’s moaning grew softer and less clear, so I knew they had moved away from where they had been. For a while, I stood at the wall listening to the woman’s continued moaning and the man’s harsh groaning as they fucked. Then the woman cried out in orgasm, her voice loud and clear as if she didn’t care who heard her.“Oh shit! I’m cumming, baby! Keep fucking me! Don’t. For amoment or two she must have forgotten how nervous she was or that I waseven there. Anyway, I got a glimpse of what her life must be like now.I'd never seen her looking so happy. Right then and there I knew theywere in love with each other. Somehow that took a little bit of thecreepiness factor out of the equation. Well, at least until he drove usback to the horse-house and said goodnight and gave her a more-or-lesschaste kiss on the lips.Yuck.Anyway, all in all, it was an interesting night.