"Fuck Michele! I don't care if that fucking whore never comes to thewets again!" Jason slammed his fist down on the table.The room became silent."Com... on Jason," Jimmy whined.Jason leaned over and pulled Jimmy towards him."That bitch ain't coming to the party ok!" Jason spat."What the fuck!" Jimmy slapped Jason's hands away from him."She's a fucking trollop!" Jason downed his drink and poured another.Doris couldn't take it any longer."She's a heroine you fucking moron!" Doris shrieked at. I looked into her beautiful brown eyes, grabbed her wrist then pulled her closed to me. I put one hand on the back of her neck, the other hand was on her lower back. I held her tight then kissed her. Kay struggled then she relaxed. She started kissing me back. She stuck her warm tongue into my mouth. While kissing me hard and passionately, she ran one hand down her chest then grabbed my dick. While she was stroking my dick, she ran her other hand down my back into my short then squeezed my ass.. "Choas is not her name, she doesn't have a name. Chaos is what she is, she is the embodiment of all chaos. The universe, everything in existence with substance, is formed through order. Atom, particles, energy, whatever you want to call it we are all formed of these thing bound together in an orderly way. In a way that lets our bodies operate, all of the pieces working together. Chaos is not like us, her body is an illusion created by all chaos, an illusion so realistic it can touch you. But. Her clean clothes were soaked through (well, her shorts were already wet from earlier). She climbed up the beach to where the dry sand was and sat down. "Thanks for the sandwich," she called out quietly and sarcastically.She was disgusted, a little seasick, and very wet. But the morning sun was warm and the breeze was brisk (It was always brisk, which surprised her, as the East Coast sea breezes were usually much gentler in the summer except during a squall), and her skimpy clothing dried.