“I’m not a sociopath,” Mitzi says. “I’m just organised.”Terry seems to fill the room, like dark expanding foam, without moving at all.“I...��m terribly sorry about all this, Terry,” I say.“He likes being used,” Mitzi says. “And so do you.”I look at Terry and realise that like all good sociopaths Mitzi has the truth of it. Terry shrugs, coils the cables with the insouciant skill of someone who does that all the time and places the tight circles on Mitzi’s small, lacquered dining table. For a while. ‘K…keep doing that, don’t stop.’ Her hand continued to move, massaging his cock to full erection. ‘I couldn’t resist,’ Ronni murmured, letting her free hand roam over her brother’s soap-slick body while the other one continued to pump his now-hard cock. ‘I saw you going down the hall. You don’t mind, do you?’ ‘No!’ Al groaned, his legs getting rubbery. ‘Not…not if…if you don’t!’ His sister’s lean, lovely body glistened with droplets of water. Her nipples were already hard and she rubbed them. Finally a couple of minutes later, her eyes fluttered open and she took a huge gasping breath. “OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD” she said over and over. “I...never...Oh my god...that...was...Oh my god...How...what…” she rambled almost incoherent. I kissed her face drying her tears with my lips.After about five more minutes she was able to form real sentences again. “That was so intense, I can’t believe that happened. I was completely abandoned by my senses. My body is still trying to figure out. The crowd was young tonight, but well dressed. There would be little in the way of the mindless rave that some clubs played- more likely mainstream dance. That suited her fine. She had been practicing. The Belfast nightclubs had that familiar feel to them, the sense of being home. That would help, tonight. The girl hadn’t been to this particular club in some time. She had been to others, of course, but it felt nice to return here. The crowd was full of almost strangers, the faces that one can.