"You are!" The shadowy figure laughed and Erica could feels flecks of his spittle landing on her breasts. "You're fucking begging me, you slut! Please... Say please again, bitch, and I'll do it. You want it, right? Say please, mister, I want your fat cock to tear into my little cunt!" No, God," she protested, "listen, I've got money, you can take it, my mobile's in my bag -" I don't want that shit, you dumb little fuck," snarled the voice, the cold, damp fingers pressing harder against her pale. She was buzzing,aching, and in disbelief. How could she be dreaming this, feeling this? Shenever had dreamed of taking his place before, she had never had the slightest interestit in, and yet here she was, not only dreaming it, but loving it, and seeminglytrapped in a dream that wasn?t near done with her yet. She wondered, ina haze, what would it would take to wake up? Was orgasm that much like a littledeath? Would it take release to free her from the slavery of these thoughts? Her musing. So they put me in charge of ordering dinner for the three of us, and went about the business of cleaning up and hanging decorations.Several hours later, the party was in full swing. I had found a comfortable chair on the ground floor, and had settled in for the evening. George, the dear, tried to stay by my side as much as possible, fetching me drinks when I needed them and introducing me to more people than I could count. But he was also sort of an assistant host for the evening, and. “Wait, wait,” Walker said as he tried to get his head around these new revelations. “You’re implying that Bugs fight other Bugs? Why?”Walker wanted to protest, to demand to know the reason behind such insanity, but then he remembered the early history of humanity. There had been countless wars between countries and factions, even wars between colonies in the early days of the expansion into space. It was not until they had encountered a common enemy that the human race had unified under one.