Alex groaned with pleasure, suddenly at a loss for words. “I was shocked the first time I heard ‘slut’ used pejoratively,” he said. “It neve... occurred to me that sluts were a bad thing. I mean, who doesn’t like a girl who likes and has sex? Hell the key to world peace is probably ‘more sluts .’ Most suicide bombers are virgins. If they got laid maybe seventy virgins would seem like the bad deal it is.” Alex laughed softly. Kevin’s manipulations were teasingly light. She humped into his hand. .and the knowledge of the pleasure he always gave her. Moving across the floor, Melissa slipped into his arms, pressing her full breasts against his chest. He was tall and well-built, she was short and curvy and their bodies always melted together as though made as one. She loved the feel of his arms as they came around her to cup her tight little ass and pull her up against him so she could feel his huge cock, already hard, nestled between her hips. God, she thought, my panties are soaked and. But, yes, I’ve worried about that possibility, rightly so, it seems. You’ve gone full Nosferatu, haven’t you?” Mom asked me while crossing herself a bit now.“If by that you mean the undead, yes. If by that you mean some Gothic movie vampire with a shaved head, then no. Is that why you’ve been a royal pain in my ass my entire life, Mom? Why I never caught any breaks, why it was always ‘Chelsea this, Chelsea that,’ always her being the golden girl, me the black sheep? Or bat in my case? Well,. "I promise not to work her to death over here so you can still get a productive day out of her."Linda chuckled politely. "Really, it's not a problem."Kevin hung up the phone and stared at Becca."You can kidnap me all you want, but I'm not going to tell you anything," said Becca defiantly."I can understand your loyalties, Ms. Kowalski, but I plead to you to tell me something. I really think Stacia's making a huge mistake." What kind of mistake is that?" asked Becca. "Getting out of the situation.