I briefly wondered if I ever would again. For now, I'd simply get it towed home. I'd think about what to do later.I didn't have to wonder long, becaus... just then Danny stepped up to the car and pulled me out, crushing me with a bear hug. I felt his love and concern for me in that hug, and I tried to say something, but I suddenly couldn't speak as the dam of emotion tore loose, and it was all I could do to hold him and cry. He brushed his hand through my hair as I wept, telling me everything was. Her name was Beena. She was sort of fiercely religious. She used to wear black most of the times, had beads around her neck and looked like a tantric.Most people in the building thought she was a witch and kept away from her. Beena was probably religious because she was alone and had lost everyone around her. I could understand that. She had a weird personality and that is not a crime to have to be honest. For the most part, she was just like anyone with issues of her own. Her biggest issue was. “Has she not noticed her vodka disappearing” I asked. “Not really” she replied. “There was one week when I maybe got a little bit greedy and took more than normal. She looked at the bottle and said “wow I must have had a good time last night”. Suzy opened one of her drawers and produced two glasses and some crisps. “We shall be partying tonight”. “It’s a bit early yet though,” she added. “My turn” I said. “Lay down on the bed and close your eyes” she obeyed instantly. I quickly lay beside. He got more verbal as I did this, which he didn't know I loved hearing. He called me his little queer bitch, a sexy little slutty fag boy, a cock hungry whore, and I begged for more as I sucked him harder and faster and sloppier. I almost didn't want to take his cock out of my mouth but at the same time, I really wanted him to pound my ass hard. He motioned for me to lay on my back on the bed near the edge with my legs hanging off, he stood up, grabbed my ankles and put my stockinged feet.