Janelle is one hot bitch. Too bad you're not man enough to please Her!"Goddess Janelle stepped back around to the foot of the bed then. "That's right,...Hughie, I'm fucking your friends. I have been for months now, every time I've turned you down for a get together. I have been to this motel room so many times that you didn't know about. Oh god, I've had some hot wild sex--and you never had a clue, you contemptible, noodle-pricked shit!" She leaned over me and spat in my face, and everyone. We both take another deep breath and try to come down from the high.I chuckle, he feels it. “What?” he asks. “Less than three hours ago, I was driving here, crapping myself as to whether I should go through with meeting you, apprehensive about how far we’d go, if either of us would set out limits or not, and …”I reply, “.. and, I just can’t count all the new things that have happened here, with you, and how good they all felt”.Paul chuckles too, “I know how you felt. This started as a simple. And then there were the rumors. They were society’s rejects, the druggies and dropouts and freaks and schizophrenics, and they had made some sort of hideout in the dark, empty places. Some people even said they were something inhuman. They were something like a gang, fiercely loyal and combative and secretive and united above all by a hatred of society. And I wanted to be one of them.It was a miserable day in June when I gathered up my courage. Rainy, but the hot, sticky kind that only serves. “All done, Emma!” I yelled up the stairs as I had finally left the cellar. I waited for a minute and after a few uncomfortable moments, she finally replied, thanking me for my trouble and bidding me goodnight. I was still shaking my head as I exited the house. She proved to be more and more bitchy by the day. Now, years later, I can understand her reluctance to make friends with the world, but at the time, I was young and foolish, all I knew was that there was fun to be had and parties to.