So, we had a chat. It won't happen again."I could see different emotions passing over her face. Then she clenched her eyes closed for a moment, gather...ng herself."Thank you," she said. "I'm sorry ... it's just that I've never really seen that side of frat guys. What you stopped in our chemistry class is what I get all the time. That's why I'll walk twice as far to circle around their houses instead of going in front of them."Her tension seemed to be fading slightly, but she still seemed. . . . as she hits the ground she becomes aware of another rattler – on the ground – looking her in the eye . . . readying to strike. The viper seems huge, it’s body as big as a large grapefruit, and as it coils, preparing to strike the woman in the face, she has the feeling that an endless evil is looking down right through her. Within the fathomless black eyes of the snake she feels the eternal emptiness of death . . . . . . And then the snake strikes . . . . . . And again the woman is aware. Inside was a thick pair of wool slipper/socks. He immediately removed his wet socks and slipped them on. He stood up and gathered her into his arms. ‘They’re perfect! And very timely. Thank you.’ He kissed her softly to show his gratitude. Pat kissed him back. ‘You’re welcome. Come into the living room, I want to show you something.’ ‘Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow’ was coming from the radio as she led him into the candle lit living room and made him stand facing the tree. Pat flipped. This was almost brutal, a fierce giving and taking, accompanied by effortful grunts from Tim and prolonged groans of encouragement from Chris. Somehow, she managed to come first but the accompanying contractions of her cunt muscles were all Tim needed to trigger his own fulfillment.Soon they fell into a deep sleep, the fundamental question still unresolved. * Two days later, when Chris returned from work, Tim told her, “There was a phone call for you a little while ago. Youngish sounding.