Finally in the last seat in the bus he saw her. He didn’t know her name but he knew she was one of Margret’s friends. She was a little shorter tha... he was, but her figure was incredible. She filled out her sweater with two huge breasts that defied gravity. He wanted to get a better view of her ass so he decided to turn her into his little sex slave. He went back to his seat and got out his new favorite book. He wrote, “the girl in the last seat will wake up and do what ever I tell her to with. She tried to catch herself, but her legs weren’t working right. As she fell, she looked down at herself. There were two expanding red spots on her abdomen.‘I’ve been shot!’ she realized.She pressed the light button on her watch three times, then passed out from the pain that was blossoming through her abdomen.Frank finally convinced Béla to get up. He took the bandages off her stomach. There was scar tissue, but other than that, she was healed. He helped her dress and guided her into the. For me, a sports bra would have been by the book, but under my Led Zeppelin t-shirt -- I never actually saw them, but once had some of their records -- but the one I’d chosen for my instructional session better showed my nipps. I doubt he’d even heard of the band.The TakedownThe playroom was the best place for the lesson, we figured. Good rug and not as much to break.I’d found my tennis shorts and he had a pair of gym ones. He should wear his singulars, I told him, to get ready for. I was shocked to find out that my new marital status, or lack there of, was like catnip to women.During the divorce I had stubbornly taken the high ground regarding revenge fucking or even dating for that matter. That just wasn't who I was - plus my lawyer counseled about no additional complications. But as an officially single man with good credit and plenty of disposable income - suddenly, I was a available. And you want to know what was even better? There were a lot of women out there.