Her tongue played tag with mine with an intensity that I had not gotten from her before. As she moaned, my right hand moved up and cupped one breast g...ntly, which caused a very fierce moan.I tweaked at her nipple through the negligee and cami and it immediately responded by hardening. Her tits were so responsive it was almost unnatural.When we broke off the kiss our eyes locked on to each other and I took both breasts in my hands and kneaded them softly. She moved her arms up around my neck. "I don't want to die, man!" he said. "Don't you understand that?" You think I want to die?" Jeff asked him. "You think I'm suicidal or something? You think I ain't scared shitless about what's gonna happen when them tanks come rolling on our position the next time? I am, man. I'm fuckin' petrified. But I'm going back up there and I'm gonna fight those assholes until they tell me to stop or until they drag my ass down the hill with half my head blown off. You know why?" Why?" Because I think. I shook his hand and walked inside, not wanting to make him feel awkward. It didn't matter, we had an understanding. I knew that he was aware of how grateful I was.The club was already loud, despite the small crowd. I made my way to the back as I slipped in ear plugs, not wanting to get a headache early, then have to sit through three hours of live bands. On the other side of the stage area was the DJ's booth, which was next to the load-in door. I said hi to Sherrie, the cute redhead who worked. I used the boys locker room atschool. I hung out with the guys, got into fights, played pickupfootball, looked like a scruffy ruffian, only went by the name 'Butch',the whole nine yards. I let Sarah and the gang give me a makeover becauseof a clothing mixup, and then I don't know, it began to seem like adaring experiment or something; Liz helped me with a convincing disguise.But...when you first met me, even though I flirted with you...I thought Iwas a guy. It wasn't until after the rape when.