Now my knife is on your throat and you aren’t fighting quite as hard.“WHAT DID I TEL YOU ABOUT FIGHTING ME?” I shout over the alarm. My knife ...lides down your skin to the neck of your shirt, the serrations grab the fabric and I start to cut down to reveal more cleavage, dragging the tip of the blade across your heaving chest. “IS ANYONE GOING TO CALL…FUCKING ANSWER ME NOW!” You nod no. I grab your hair; surprised at its length and thickness, and then start to drag you back out to the room. They are also brothers about a year apart in age.I was sitting watching TV with them when Cal the oldest sat next to me on the sofa.I didn't think anything of it.Then Dave sat next to me and I started to feel a little uncomfortable because they were looking at me strangely.The next thing I know Cal is against me trying to kiss me.I pulled away and right into Dave's face trying to kiss me also.I tried to get up but they pulled me down.Cal held my face kissing me hard and I felt Dave pulling at. She had a body to die for with curves in the right places. There was something about this woman that drew me to her and lit up my brain’s imagination. We got along like a house on fire and she decided she wanted to take the next step with me. I guess it helps to dress to kill. Add some confidence in and you are the man! She suggested we meet up that weekend for a resort getaway and the idea seemed real cool. I knew right away I was in for a treat with her.I couldn’t wait for the weekend to. She opened the club doors and weaved in and out of the throngs of people, heading straight for the bar. It was half-price night, and for that she was glad. She ordered a martini, and drank under the pulsing lights and deafening music. The next thing Alice knew, the martini was drained. She ordered another, and then another, until she felt tipsy enough to dance like crazy. Alcohol usually wasn't as strong on her, so the three martinis made her drunk enough to party, but sober enough not to do.