He does some kind of spin and I can’t keep hold of him, but his nose is bleeding now. [Good girl.] I see him grab the knife off the ground. [Oh shit... Think. Think.] My foot is resting on something, it’s my sweatshirt. I grab it and stand up, wrapping it around my left hand and forearm. Not much of a shield, but it’s better than nothing. He looks really angry now, as he wipes the blood off his face. He looks me up and down. He tells me how nice my tits are and how much I would have enjoyed it,. I was pleased to note it did not leave a spot as it dried. Suddenly I felt Bobby’s hand stroke across my bare butt. “Don’t,” I said as I twisted away from him. “Your butt is as pretty as the rest of you,” he said.“Take your towel to the laundry now before you forget it,” I said.He took off with the towel while I took the hair dryer back to the upstairs bathroom. When I came back he was sitting in the loveseat with his pants on. I picked up my jeans but could not find my underpants. “Where. She meandered her way between the tables and out of sight. I sagged back in the booth. Fuck-fuck-fuck! Now, I was feeling as bad as I was yesterday. I guess the effects of the fresh morning air had worn off.A busboy passed and I called him over. "Where are we?" I said. "What is this town?" Bisbee," said the boy. "Bisbee, Arizona." Thanks," I said. Damn near fifteen hundred miles, I reckoned. I'd heard of Bisbee before, knew where it was on the map. Wyatt Earp and all of those guys had hung. "Ooooh yes ... just ... Aaaa ... do it."So, Sylvia did like Sofia had told her and the moment her wet fingers touched her clit, she could feel how it tempered the burning sensation."MMmmmm," Sylvia let out in relief and then said, "Pe ... oh god ... tra ... use your ... spit ... you ... too ... Sa ... bi ... aaaaa ... na." Sylvia's body shuddered when she had a little orgasm.The other two girls did it as well, and they also could feel how it helped to ease the burning sensation. They all kept.