I think she’s traumatized. I read about that. Stockholm syndrome or something. So I told her that I’d be here to make sure she’s ok. But if I th...nk you’re forcing her I’m calling the cops. I still might so - I ain’t your friend, rapist.”Whatever her words, something was effecting Brittney. Under her white blouse two solid points appeared in her breasts. The blouse was open enough I could see her cleavage. Her eye flickered down to the front of my slacks.Her nipples stiffened even more as I. .. we will be wheels up when you are ready." Thanks Bill. I'll see you in a bit. Really, thanks."I hurried out of there and headed home to pack. I called Trisha and told her what happened and that I didn't know how long I would be gone. I was surprised. She said to pick her up and that she was going with me. I told her it wasn't necessary but she insisted on being there for me, and help my mother and me anyway she could. I didn't care one way or the other right then. I just needed to get home. Chloe wore the leather skirt that was surely more a belt that anything else and she just came on to this dude that Brewster pointed her to. She went to him. He felt her up. She unloaded his bare meat from his pants and then leaned back against the wall so that he could enjoy her. I watched him pumping her, she grunting like a slut. I saw his pendulous balls pulling sharp up, his trousers half down. I saw them grip upwards and the the rhythmic delivering of his load inside her. The fucker…he was. He grasped the edge of the bench, "Life is unfair! Here I am, a healthy, wholesome, All-American-type boy, who only asks for one thing in life." He released his grip to concede a point, "...Well, two, if you count having a decent income without really having to really work for it." Having conceded, he asserted, "Decent! That's all I ask!"...That, and the one thing I started talking about: A girl. One girl I can call my own. Just one girl! I don't need a harem. (How could I afford more than one.