“Coke,” she said.“And, a Coke.”The bartender set the glasses on the counter and I set down some bills. “Keep it,” I said. The barman touch...d his temple as a salute and we carried the glasses to a table.The girl picked up her glass and I could see her hand tremble. “Got the shakes?” I asked. She nodded. “Me, too.” I sipped my Scotch.“I was lucky,” she said, “that someone with a gun came along.”“Do you mean this?” I reached into my pocket and placed on the table a small antique chrome-plated. I'm going to make him look so pretty."The clerk gave them an odd look before she laughed, believing that Christywas kidding her while Shane blushed with his head turned away from her.Shane groused as he walked along with Christy back to his car."What's your problem?" Christy asked."Did you have to humiliate me?" Shane inquired."She didn't even think I was telling the truth." It was still embarrassing." Oh, come on. It can't be the worst thing that ever happened to you."Shane replied truthfully,. ”With a tear-streaked smile, she began shedding her clothes.There was, for the rest of the day and well into the night, no stretch longer than five minutes without them at least touching each other. With the exception of dinner, there was no stretch longer than thirty minutes during which they weren’t engaged in some sort of sexual contact, every moment of it orchestrated by her. Though it wasn’t obvious to him until later, she was carefully managing the pace of his orgasms so that he never. You are such a liar. You have been in a relationship with like every single guy in school, and kissed a bunch of girls too." Said Hanna, looking surprised."Yeah, well kissing isn't fucking, cause if it was, then you wouldn't still be a virgin." Amber said, smiling.Hanna blushed. "Well I know more than you would think innocent little Hanna Hanson would know." Hanna said, with a devilish grin."Oh do you really?" said Amber, raising an eyebrow, smiling back at Hanna."Let's just say the internet is.