My lady tells her she is gonna take me back to that booth with that chest. As we walk away she tells me that she couldn't stop thinking about my fanta...y about seeing her make out with a woman. Nora was a friend from way back, high school days. Then she tells me that from rumors, Nora and her husband were swingers. Wanting to explore my fantasy she, "friended" Nora on a site. Where she found out, yes they have swung but only casually. Then tapping my arm, she tells me; don't worry, I got this.. I'm so going to enjoy being rid of Miss Bitchy."Miss Bitchy was my pet name for Lisa, with whom I had to share rooms with all of last year. She had really been a pain in my ass, acting as if she owned the place and trying to get me to all the dirty work for her. It had taken her not a day to assemble a club of admirers around her, with her perfect hair, her snub nose and her well-developed chest. I always felt I had to compete with her, but in looks I just couldn't match her. My nose was too. I simply replayed the scene for everyone. Then remained quiet as I watched Helen.Helen sighed heavily, "I'm sorry, Sweetie. I didn't mean you were bad because your choice was not the same as mine. But I don't understand. Is something wrong with Vickie?" This last she directed to me.Helen was really getting under my skin now. Taking a deep breath, I slowly exhaled and said, "There is NOTHING wrong with Vickie!" trying my best not to growl as I said it."All human beings tend to find different. ?This isyour last chance to back out at this point we haven't done anything worse thanwe've done before? she simply replied with baited breath ?Please?? Usuallyat this point he would've gagged her but she was special he wanted to heareverything. He reached into his drawer and pulled out his knife, walked behindher and placed the blade against the neck of her shirt and once the edge caughtslowly cut downward grazing her flesh as he went. A small gasp escaped herlips as she knew that this was.