The rain pattered down rhythmically, as they huddled together that way for a while. At last when she pulled away, she said the last thing he expected ...o hear."Make love to me..." What?", he asked cautiously, not believing he had hear right."Please, Jon. I need to forget...", she replied with a look of quiet desperation in her eyes.Jon's mind raced. Help me, he sent up a silent prayer. Don't let me hurt her...His lips settled on her delicately, softly questing. She lay in his arms passively,. “Come in!”“Guys,” Alison called out, “this is Riley. She’s a friend of mine, and she’s applying to the RAF: she’s a great fucker.”“Eat m’ cunt, guys!” grinned Riley, eliciting a jumble of “cock” and “cunt” from the assembled partygoers. “Fucky birfday, Al!” she exclaimed, bouncing up to Alison and kissing her on the lips. “Guess what? I’m in!” Riley jiggled up and down with excitement, her eyes proclaiming her joy to the whole room. “Look!” she squealed, holding up a letter, which she proceeded. As for his wife she wouldn't even allow him near her, let along drape herself around him, as this Jo was doing. "Where are we heading?" He asked as his companion snuggled even closer."There is a picnic spot up in the hills, been there once before", Rob replied. "It's not crowded and there are walking tracks that take you to a waterfall, which with the amount of rain we have been having should be in full swing". Greg settled back, enjoying the closeness of his companion which as the minutes. Oh, there had been friends, even lovers. But hardly ever the ones she wanted. And hardly ever the emotions she craved.What did I crave? Did I even dare to know? I knew what I abhorred, and who I hated. Oh, sure I did, as it was easy: they were the same ones I envied. They were the towering studs with their crude bodies, cruder minds. And their tall blonde girlfriends. They sneered at me, ignoring me. They not even took the trouble to make fun of me.Were they right? Of course they were. And if.