He told me how much he loved me and how beautiful I looked. He undressed me too rough and I told him to slow down. He said he had waited long enough a...d I was going to give him the pussy he deserved it. I was appalled. I tried to leave but he grabbed my arm so tight it bruised me! Do you see? She reviled her bruise to Scott. He was so drunk. He ripped my dress off, I tried to push him off but grabbed me again harder he told me listen you fucking tease I am sick of your shit, shut the fuck up. Fortunately after the initial shock he seemed to take a liking to her and didn't demure when a few hundred yards further on I clipped his chain to her left wrist. "He's all yours," I told her, "But make sure he keeps his prick in his trousers until later!"It was nearly 7:30 when Waunu led him into 'our' community hut. "You two get along okay?" I asked and Roger nodded and surprisingly added, "Thanks." They'd sat in the park and talked while they ate their flatbread and then petted for a. He was tall and thin, with a crooked smile and laughing eyes. My own eyes flicked from him to her, observing only that they looked a little older, a little less made up, perhaps, than they did on their award-winning television show."My name is—" he began."Oh, my God, I know you." I finally found my voice. "Stacy and Clinton, from TLC's 'What Not to Wear.' Oh my God. I love your show. How you do all those makeovers with the clothes and the hair and the makeup. Wait a minute. You can't be. In addition to seats, which are filled within seconds by the first of the pouncing crowd, the trains also have ceiling to floor poles and overhead bars to hold on to for support during the trip to NY. I was about a foot or so away from a pole ... in limbo. The car was so crowded I was not able to move. If I couldn't hold onto something during the trip, I would undoubtedly be knocked on my ass from some of the violent twists that the train would take.A force of pressure from the mass of bodies.