They might double up with laughter. But that would not be the real humiliation, would it? The real humiliation, the definite one, would be her leaving...now, without even trying.Leave now, she said to herself, and you'll never be able to look at yourself again.A tear formed in the corner of an eye. Then it rolled down her cheek. Not able to move a muscle she stood there. She looked into the dark night beyond her reflection. Then, slowly, she turned on her heels. She walked back into the cool. Dan got back down beside me and slapped my chest again. Then he spat on me. I flinched. “Spit in her face!” The blonde one leaned in quick and spat hard, angrily, all over me. The weird one leaned down over me, and took his time working up a good chunk of saliva, and then sent it down hard, right into my eye. I flared red. The spit rolled down my face. Dan just laughed and pinched my nipple. “You look goddamn ridiculous,” he said. “A slut in a goddamn. When Diane still wasn't home by two he decided that he better call Donna. Not that he was worried, but because he could already hear what Diane would say if he didn't, "You don't even care enough about me to try and find out if I'm alright." When Donna answered the phone and he'd asked to speak to Diane Donna had laughed at him, "She's not here dickhead." What time did she leave?" About one last night." But she never came home." Might not have come home to you, but she went home with somebody.. . When I awoke the next morning my bond's were gone and all I had to remind me of my late night visitor was a wad of peppermint gum on the night stand which I took off thought for a moment then popped it into my mouth and chewed it reliving the smell of THE hand's breath on me and the taste of a minty tongue...damn I began to get aroused so I went into the bathroom and took a long shower got dressed and went down for breakfast Consuella really hooked me up too egg's , sausage, bacon,.