You must really like him a lot." Just because I'm not a slut doesn't mean that I don't like him!" she protested."Whatever," I said, and refused to con...inue that conversation.The next weekend Ken informed me that he and Helen had a very intense make-out session. At other points in their relationship, I pushed in the same fashion, so in my small way I helped Ken take full advantage of the situation. Hell, he got to feel her up, and I must say I would not have minded getting my hands on her perky. ” Damn. That smile again. I sat down on the edge of Mike's bed and we chatted for a while. He assured me he was fine, promising he would call if he needed anything. I didn't hear from Mike the next day, and didn't notice any visitors going by, so I decided to go over and check on him. With more of his favorite beer in hand. I knocked on the back door and he immediately answered, giving me that beautiful smile. I opened two bottles for us and he told me to follow him to the bedroom. He said he. " I told her she was a fucking slut whore and needed to be fucked. "Yesss." I pushed her off of me and she stood staring at me with those crazy eyes for a second. She turned around and knelt down in front of the bathtub. She looked up at me slightly, over her shoulder and whispered, "How are you going to fuck your slut whore?" I didn't say anything and went up to her, grabbed her on the back of her neck and pushed her head forward. She responded by leaning over the edge of the bathtub and face. We got a room with a Queen size bed which made my mind wander with thoughts but I was so busy getting the stuff from our truck into the room and out of the weather. When I came into the room with the last load Betty was on the phone with her husband explaining where we were. As I started taking of my snow covered clothes Betty came over to help and I could see that she was finally calming down as she was now feeling safe and out of the storm.Once out of my jacket, she gave me a big hug and.