" Very funny," Leo responded, "You're a tart in a brothel and fucking you is fair game for anyone. You can't hang your cunt out with a for sale sign o... it and then say no."Jacqui then found her mouth stopped with someone kissing her and someone else was fingering her body under her dress. Another hand was rubbing one tit rather roughly and it all seemed too much to take in, let alone fight.Her last coherent thought for a while was, 'How did I get this drunk?'Then it was just hands everywhere. Finally taking a deep breath, she launched into the story of how her car broke down and she got stranded at the restaurant. She went on to tell Patty about what happened between her and Sam that night in his truck. After a few more deep breaths, she finally filled her in on her own desire to have that same feeling again, but she wasn’t interested in just finding just anybody to do it with. After it was all out, she sat back and just stared at Patty. Patty listened to her story without comment,. What I did, with no pun intended, was put two and two together. ‘Twenty-two opening choices,’ I said, ‘You lied.’ His eyes got this hard look, and he frowned at me. For a second the illusion of life he was lending his pieces flickered, like heat waves, and then gamely reasserted itself. ‘What is the twenty-second?’ And I stuck my open hand across the table, waiting for him to shake it. ‘Offer a draw.’ I said, shaking another cigarette out of my mostly crushed pack with my free hand. Maybe I’d. "How do they look Yank?" she asked. "Oooh! you should see your face !" She teased. I told her she looked great and with that she went out the door to go to the pub and meet the girls, still chuckling at the effect her legs had on me. The 'girls' were the women she worked with at the factory, making small parts that would no doubt end the war someday. When she came home I was in bed reading. She knocked on my door and came in. She was a little tipsy. "Hey Yank! Can you get some more pairs of.