Next to him, sitting on the floor was a girl, or a skinny woman. Her face was grey, but at least she was alive. She held a blood-soaked rag next to he... own head, and stared blankly at Jake."Is there anybody else around, Miss?" Jake asked. "Does anybody here need help urgently?" Jake also wanted to know if somebody else was liable to pop up with a rifle. The first glance told him this was an attack, not an accident. In situations like that, people in these parts tended to shoot first and asked. "Whatever you say. I got to get going. I'm going to be late for my next final. I picked up my backpack that I had placed on the floor."Whoa! Wait just a minute. I can't get a few minutes to talk to you?" He asked in a sad tone.I sighed. "What did you need to talk about?"He smirked. "Are you jealous you saw me with Veronica last night?"Oh my god! I smiled. "No. Not really."He crossed his arms. His backpack hung over his right shoulder. "I think you were."I rolled my eyes. "Ok if you think that. She gave in to his advances and let him strip her of all her clothing. He picked up her now naked body and carried her to his bedroom where she saw the wife’s clothes hanging in an open closet. He laid her down on his side of the bed, no doubt transferring the odor of Kara’s pheromones to his sheets and pillow. A remembrance of the wife he defiled just a few hours ago without his wife’s knowledge. Then Jordan did something unexpected. He forced Kara to the center of the bed and while lying on. ' Brad lifted my shirts over my head and removed them, he pushed me over and started to remove his shirt. Once that was done Brad quickly undid his belt and stood dropping his pants around his ankles. Looking up I cringed in horror, Brad's cock stood out like a hang mans limb, thick reddish black and throbbing, dripping pre-cum. 'Get out of those pants and get on your stomach. I started to scoot away, Brad caught hold of one of my feet and pulled me back under him. He roughly undid my belt.