‘I ‘said,’ if you go out fucking around, don’t be upset ‘if’ I do. I never said I would, after tonight. I only fucked Lee to show you what...might happen. I told you if you didn’t want anybody else’s cock in my punani, then you need to keep it filled with yours, and make sure mine is the only pussy you fill.’ She looked at Lee and Ashley, chewing at her lip, obviously debating with herself. She turned back to Pete. ‘I don’t care who you’ve been with before tonight. That’s all in the past. You. Veronica pushes the VHS they’d found abandoned in a gutter, pushes it with her hips into the machine. It’s an old flip-up machine. Moves with its own rhythms when she pushes it down. A small blue triangle appears on its readout as she goes back to sit between her two best friends, reach over one to grab the popcorn bowl she’d set aside. Pretty host. In the dark her outline, smell of her, each warm beside the other. Written in white on a black field, and held by a hand rendered in warm smudgy. The little pinoy walked right up to the counter and pulled her credit card (platinum, I might add). I coyly asked for I.D. and she pulled out her license. Rose Gutierrez just turned eighteen; she was indeed only 4'10" and weighed 91 lbs. The dimples she flashed on the license photo caused another surge of juice in my g-string. She reached out and her fingers stroked mine as I handed her back her card and license. She blushed and lowered her eyes as she brushed her jet black hair from her pretty. But it hadn't been too great a temptation. At least not as long as I kept working the insane hours I did."You have some messages," she added, swinging her legs aside as she stood up. I saw a flash of white. Her panties? I tried not to look. And failed.She gave me "the look," that knowing smile that said she knew exactly what was happening. Only we didn't talk about it. Not directly, anyway."None of them are important," she continued, "but they want you to head a committee - a resident selection.