"make sure to moan loudly alright" the woman said as she got a good grip on one of the strips before pulling as hard as she can, the pain was unbeatab...e, i wanted to pass out and scream but all that came out was a breathy moan."All that was running threw my mind was why is this happening? why couldn't i scream?" The pain was still there as she made sure there was not a single hair left on my body that wasn't my eyebrows, eyelashes, and head. I was sure my skin was ready from the torment as. Invariably someone was now always crashed out on the sofa (usually Irv), so I grabbed some sleep in my mother's old rocking chair next to Erin's bedside. When awake, and not otherwise engaged, I began to read through her collection of hand-written spiral bound books of poetry. Those had been among the first items of hers that I had packed at her ex-lovers home. She began writing when she was just fourteen (she was now about to turn twenty-five later this summer). The material was better than. That’s where her body drew the line, and she just barely managed to hit the bucket as her body’s natural reaction forced her gut to expel a torrent of puke.Despite her stomach being cramped up, her hand was still stroking the cotton panties between her legs, now practically soaked, her body sending very mixed messages about this new perversion she was exploring and indulging in.Throwing up from sucking her fingers had been sudden, but not unexpected. What surprised Erika was the warm, wet. I doubted it was infrared guided, as it didn't make sense to use that sort of guidance against enemies coming at you [[actually, IR seeking technology can guide nose-on attacks against planes these days. My nose's IR was blocked by my crash helmet, so it was safe]]. It was probably radar-guided, and it'd be in the same band the fighters used, which didn't worry me. Its radar was either off or radiating away from me because I couldn't sense any radar from it. I'd check it out more thoroughly.