I don’t know if it was the four beers we had shared or the fact that I hadn’t connected with anyone in months and was desperate. Desperation and a...few beers are never a good combination. I found myself wondering where our conversation might lead us. “Where are you staying tonight?” I asked, changing the flow of the conversation. Kim said she had reservations at the Hilton. “I will drop you off and pick you up in the morning,” I remarked. Kim smiled. “Can I have another beer?” she asked. She. Tara was a woman of her words; master or slave."I'm sorry," I whispered.I felt the voice inside howl its victory. It took me over for the split second that it takes to capture mercy, pity, empathy, and any emotion. It dragged them all down into the little box I built on the last day I cried myself to sleep from the pain. It left behind only the waiting and the purpose.I beat her, not with the helpless frustration that a boy beats his wife or girlfriend, nor with that impotent anger.I beat her. Can you feel how excited I am? Andyou know you want it, I can feel your hardness pushing up against thisthin satin. Do you like when I rub you there? How about when I rub myselfup and down your lovely ass? Tell me to stop and I will. Is that what youwant, Veronica? What about when I rub you just there, between your smoothballs and your little hole? I like making your swoon, my love. Mmm, yousqueal so nicely when I tease you back there, running my finger over yourhole. Should I stop now? I'm so. Without even hesitating (or stopping her grinding) Jen shouted back that she would accept a dare. Liz looked at me then back at Jen. “I dare you to fuck him right here and right now.”Jen’s jaw dropped and she immediately stopped grinding. She looked around at all the people dancing all around us. The music was loud, but in that moment I wasn’t paying attention to anything other than Jen. I waited for her answer. She looked at me and then over at Liz. A sly smile slowly crept over her.