There were footballplayers, cheerleaders, cowboys, and superheroes. Inone corner, I could see a red M&M making out with agreen M&M.The dancing had beg...n, and we made our way to thedance floor. I put my hands around Jenny's neck, sheput her arms around my waist, and we began to dance.Jenny was a good dancer, and she appeared to have someexperience leading. We flitted around the dance floorlike Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.Everyone was in good spirits, and couples were tradingpartners freely.. He wrapped his arms around the bottom of her back and pulled her down towards him. He pushed her legs apart and up and looked at her shaven pussy. Gemma closed her eyes and breathed in deeply as she felt his fingers stroke her pussy.He stroked her clit for a few moments before gently inserting his middle finger into pussy. Gemma gasped as his finger explored her cunt. The warmth that she'd felt down there earlier in the morning returned quickly and started to writhe her hips around Joe's. Feeling her thigh rub against mine was slowly stoking the desire I was feeling for her.“He has money, doesn’t he?”“He does, yes,” I replied simply.“Melanie, don’t feel guilty about any of it, just make him make you happy.”Her statement made me realize that I did feel guilty about what James had done for me financially. I came from a middle-class family, but my parents never spoiled me or my brothers. During my childhood, my older brothers were always helping my father by working with him at our. I would wreck my vengeance upon Mark Glassner and his whore. They would scream in eternal pain for a thousand years.Even in my torment, even burning in agony, I laughed. My mad cackle joined the screams of the damned roasting around me.One voice joined mine. Not screaming in pain. But laughing. It was a high-pitched and feminine voice."Yes, we will have justice!" the voice screamed and laughed. "Justice! Justice! Justice!"Justice. I liked that word. Mark needed to pay for his crimes. I would.