Her hands reached and grabbed my shirt and all but yanked it over my head, her nails scratching my bare skin. I cupped her tits and ran my thumbs over...her nipples. She moaned. I squeezed. She gasped. I pinched. She kissed me and worked the buttons on my jeans open. Her soft hand wrapped around my cock while I continued to pinch her nipples. She pushed me backward into the stairs, and I sat heavily, my hands bracing me. She dropped to her knees and yanked on my pants. She got them down enough to. A pretty girl. A cute groupie to flatter his pride, armcandy who looked good hanging off his arm... a flirt who could turn himon and make him feel like a man. It's what he thinks he needs but it'snot what he wants. What he wants is a friend-- to hang out with, shootthe shit and match him drink for drink. Conversation and, hell, youknow--the whole bullshit male-bonding thing... something more than agushing star-struck bimbo." Is that what you are, then?" Scooter asked, intrigued.I glared at him,. ’ Thomas, who by this point was becoming a bit shaky and irritable from being so hungry, set down his plate and turned to face the owner of that voice with the intent of tearing into him verbally. As he looked, Thomas saw the man’s face go pale, and his mouth started working like a fish removed from water. ‘Well, if you aren’t just the spitting image of Mr. Ethan! I’m so sorry, boyo, I had no idea you were to be here this early. I mistook you for… one of the lads what was to help get the place. Let’s face it Doris, the only love you have is from that poor broken specimen downstairs. Nobody else really wants to have anythin’ to do with you, even those cretins downstairs that do your bidding only do so because you pay them. Face it darlin’ you have nothing, not one thing that means anythin’.”“What do you know? He called you Major, really, Major what, Major whore?”Three floors down, the slap is heard over the phhtt, phht and oww’s as Michael empties another magazine of paintballs.When.