It seems that she went home to see mommy. When Nikki knocked, I was just getting up. She handed me the box and card, and told me that it was from you....I invited her in, and then opened the card." She read it over my shoulder, and as I laughed she asked what it meant. I just stood up, and pushed my panties to the floor. She looked at me, then down to my smooth Mons," and said, "Oh." I had to back up a little, so I could tell her about us at the boathouse, and then the shaving party here. She sat. The woman I greeted was a different person from the Pamela I saw last week. Her face was puffy and bruised and her eyes were wet with tears. She was wearing rumpled sweats and sneakers. "What happened Pammy? Who hit you?" B-Betty, she punched me out, I told her she was fat and ugly, and she slapped me and called me bad names, but I was horny and tried to make lo- fuck her but she pushed me and I had to mastur- play with my pussy and she punched me but I was so hot I kept rubbing my clit and...". " Fuck that lady," the man snarled, "I came here for your body and that's what I get, not your bloody money."The man approached the bed and ripped open Lizbeth shirt and skirt exposing her underwear, "Ahh, that's more like it."He reached down and grabbed her bra and panties ripping then off her body, throwing them to the floor his hands grabbed her tits with his fingers tightly gripping the pinkish brown nipples, squeezing them. Then as suddenly he released her tits and slid his hands down her. "Dave" she said, "the taxi queue is massive, can you pick us up?" "I've been drinking" came the immediate reply. Her bladder this time sent a distress signal, at the thought of a delay, "hang on though" he added, as the phone went quiet. A few seconds later he came back on, "Craig is just leaving, he'll come and pick you up!". Alison shuddered a little bit. Craig was Dave's pervy mate, and she never felt comfortable around him really, he was always making jokes about the way she looked, and was.