..Present – Maria – In the equipment roomHells bells! Someone throws a pitcher of cold damn water on me and I'm mad as a wet hen. Wait – what th... hell happened? Fuck! I remember: I stopped fighting because Jens was beating the shit out of me with the wood clamp and that damn bitch Liz landed a lucky punch! I jump up and announce, "Liz fucking Morgan, your ass is grass."I notice she's at the table by Jens and she announces, "Maria, we can settle this later if we still need to, Jens desperately. Electricity runs through me. The skin on my breasts contract, my nipples harden and goose bumps appear. She kisses down my neck and shoulders and massages my breasts with her mouth and tongue, sucking, licking and flicking.She wets her fingers and moves them back down past my mound and presses her fingers against my clitoris once more. She knows I like pressure more than friction. She is gentle. I am so horny and very wet. She spreads my inner labia and gently inserts two fingers just a little. Which brings up something else- how completely weak and helpless I felt.I felt reduced, diminished. I had become this tiny, petite thing,although I looked like a little toughie in my baggy slacks and myshaggy, boyish hair. I hadn't been the biggest, strongest guy ever, butI had known how to handle myself. Now everything had been reset almostto zero. Little skater shits I'd never have thought twice about beforewere a danger now. I could run pretty fast, but if I couldn't run, whatcould I do with. With dinner overdue, the lanky and greying David made two stiff gin and tonics and went to his self-perceived near-mortally wounded wife. Opening the door he said cheerfully, ‘Hi, want to eat out?’ ‘Yes, oh god, give me that drink and don’t invite that little bitch.’ They discussed the dilemma, the gin and husband’s company calming her. The expensively maintained Marianne drained her glass and looked at her David’s half-filled glass. He handed over the drink and said wisely, ‘After all your.