I’d never be taken for a ride by a bitch again, I’d give them rides, the rides of their lives.“Lazy ass spic. I did the work, you weren’t wort... half as much as paid,” I told her. Then I kicked down on her left tit with my right foot. She curled up on the floor a blubbered. What a lovely sound, a fuck hole crying her eyes out, I kicked her again, and one more time for luck. The dull thuds of my boot bashing her flesh had pleasing bass quality, like hitting a kettledrum. I didn’t have time, or. He wanted her to stay home and look after him. Steph had told him in no uncertain terms that she would do what was right for her, and he would just have to live with it. Her friends plied her with wine and the conversation got back to where it was the previous week. They all thought Steph should get a small tattoo in a place where Phil wouldn’t see it. She didn’t disagree so they gave her more drinks and kept talking about it. Eventually she agreed that it would be a fun thing to do and put one. It wasn’t just the aftershave and deodorant he was wearing. There was a smell of freshness about him. Marcy shifted her weight so that she was touching him. It sent a shiver of excitement through her. Jake turned his head towards her and smiled slightly and then the lift stopped at the fourth floor and the doors were opening. Tom stepped out and marched off in the direction of their room leaving Marcy and Jake to follow at their own pace. Now it was Marcy’s turn. She walked ahead of Jake and. She said she always wanted to get to know her girls individually and invited me to her house for dinner. She said it would be a small group of us, but when I got there, it was just me. She was wearing a thin shift, and I could see she was braless. She’s built kind of like you, by the way, and I thought: ‘No big deal-her house, her option.’ She gave me some wine, and then some more, and then she served a really great linguine dish with these huge shrimp. It felt weird at first, like I was on.