And with any luck with their pretty dresses torn in places that would show a little more skin than they wanted to anyone who happened to be hanging ar...und the edge of town. ‘All right, fine.’ Cory finally said. ‘But, how the hell are we supposed to get them to agree to go out with us? They know we’re your friends. And they know that none of us has forgiven them.’ ‘Hell, Brandon,’ Jack cut in. ‘No one in town has forgiven them for what they did and they damn well know it. I doubt they would be. I feel my erection straining against the fabric of my trousers.I imagine Sharon in hot pants and flimsy revealing top with thigh length black leather boots plying her trade as a hooker on the streets of New York City.I steal up behind her, put my arms around her slim waist, brush her hair gently away from her neck and then kiss it.I expect her to flinch but she doesn't.Her arms stop working and I press my body hard up against her – I need her to know that I am aroused and ready to take her,. ? Sometimes, when she putshim into the most intense misery and fear, she notices his hands quickly startto reach toward his chest, as if to rip the stone off and stop the loss, butthen, just as quickly, stops himself.? Itis such a small thing, barely noticeable.?She wonders whether he knows he does it, whether he knows she notices,whether he has any idea of what that does for her. As she continuesher work, grinding him down, coldly and slowly stripping away his emotionaldefenses, at some point. It hurt more then anyone knew,His friends. family, co-workers could never even begin to understand how he felt.They knew nothing of the times he spent crying softly to himself because some girl had turned him down,The long sleepless nights he stared at the ceiling and wondered why they had to be mean to him or why the world was like this.He had asked God many times to find him someone he could love and some one who loved him right back.When he thought he had found that special someone and it.