Donna took a step back. I started to crawl out from under her sink, when I noticed the a small dribble of water coming from under a drain pipe. “Uh ...h,” I remarked. Donna squatted down and looked in my direction. Women, I said to myself, making a mental note, really should wear a brassiere. and underwear. “You’ve got a leak,” I replied. “Damn it,” Donna replied. “Harold is gone for the weekend.” “I can fix it, if you want me to,” I replied. Donna smiled. “Would you? I mean, if you do, I would. This time I'm ready for her righthand. I slap it aside and return a kick to her gut."Next time don't overextend yourself, I'm not pulling the kick." I saymockingly.Jennifer glares at me, and I just shrug my "hey, you want this, not me,"shrug.She attacks with a flurry of kicks and punches, but I block everyattack, ending with an open hand slap to her padded forehead.Jennifer steps back, and I can see the anger building. "What the fuck?" I was raised by a Marine Embassy Guard, remember?" You. ..The penny dropped, as it should have done a lot earlier. "You've neverhad anyone touch you before, have you?" I asked softly. "Boy or girl,right?" She shook her head. "But you'd like to know what it feels like,yes?" She held my gaze for a few seconds, then gave a guilty nod anddropped her eyes."Okay," I said, "but two things. First, it's nothing to be ashamed of.Sex is something to enjoy, in whatever form you get the chance. Butsecond, it's up to you to decide what you want, and what you're. . I could do with a friend right now. Can you come over?” She tried just about the right amount of pleading to appeal to her friend’s sense of sympathy.“Sure, I’ll bring a bottle shall I?”“Okay.”“See you in a few minutes.”Leanne hung up and loaded the CD that Rob and her erstwhile best friend had made. She realised that it had been made at Jill’s flat. She recognised the curtains and furniture.The door bell rang. Leanne buzzed Jill in and pressed play on the machine. Jill’s ass played on the.