Buy me one of those", she said in a slurred voice. "Pardon!" was his reply, but in those seconds of silence he studies her, especially those sagging m...lons that were her tits that by the way they wobbled told him she was braless. A quick observation of her followed, she was unattractive, her hair was a mess, her dress had all hallmarks of an 'opportunity shop' and she certainly needed a bath; but it was those tits, the sort that he always admired decided his reply. "Sure I'll buy you one if you. I’ll be okay.’ He pulled her to him tightly, raising her tear-stained face to his. ‘I’m not going anywhere, Anna.’ With a gentle kiss, he added, ‘I’d be happy to call for room service if you’re hungry.’ ‘I don’t want anything, thanks.’ They stayed on the sofa, nestled together, without realizing the time. It wasn’t until Brad noticed that his arm had fallen asleep that he even tried to look at his watch. The slight movement of his arm jostled her head enough to wake her. ‘What time is it?’ she. Your hands, your tongue…” Her legs are still around him as he kneels on the floor, pressed to her.“There’s something else. Tell me.” With his words, their actions slow. Abby looks up at him, panting.“Nothing.” Mat stares down at her. He knows her much too well. Abby sighs, knowing he doesn’t believe her. She looks down, swallowing the sudden dryness in her throat. Now he’s worried.“What is it?” Mat lowers himself to her eye level, but she just turns her head. “Baby, talk to me.” She sighs. Connor jumped up and sprinted to the stage exit, then down the aluminum ramp and into the bowels of the coliseum. These places were all the same backstage – high and wide concrete hallways that had an unpleasant echo and a less pleasant smell. God he hated that smell, whatever it was.He slowed to a brisk walk and rounded a corner en route to his dressing room when he was blindsided. Four screaming girls, probably not yet in their teens, were dressed head-to-toe in his boy band’s regalia and.