I didn't think that it was such a chore for him. She looked gorgeous. We talked about her home life, the books she had read and similar books that I t...ought she may enjoy reading. We talked of current events and the hysterical foolishness that passed for news of the day. At the end of an enjoyable evening dinner I presented her with a delicate little silver bracelet engraved with her name--Jenny. I could tell that she was touched even though she tried to deny it. I took her hand and led her. I knocked at the door expecting him not to hear, but he opened up immediately and lead me through to his room.Glynn had long purple hair, shaved at the sides. He was wearing a Metalica T shirt and black jeans. His room was plastered with band posters and empty booze bottles, with the odd badly hidden porn mag dotted around.We sat on his bed, he rolled a joint while I poured us some shots. Glynn was more used to spirits than I was, and I didn't want to look like a light weight so after each shot. . While in the nude. And would he please help her out. She also insisted she had to record the dare with her cell camera, but his face would not appear in any of the seven pix she took.Linda was rather scared as she managed that one. She had hung about the bar for two hours before she picked her accomplice; she had noted his manners and dress and figured (1 ) he would likely do it and (2) not rape her. She was right and ended upgetting his phone number, although she had enough sense not to give. Since he was home early for a change, the figured he’d throw a fuck into Lise and keep her quiet. Now she was giving him a ration of shit, acting as if he hadn’t satisfied her. ‘Tough shit,’ he thought, ‘None of the other chicks I’m screwing are complaining.’ ‘Please!! I need it so…’ Lise hated begging like this, but she was desperate. ‘Dammit, Lise!’ Rod yelled. He bolted from the bed and stood next to it, glaring down at her. ‘I don’t know what you expect from me. I try to be a good husband..