Good job they strung up Mussolini from a lamp post, that’s all I can say,” she barked. Never before had I heard such a virulent condemnation of co...king with pasta. I was about to beat a hasty retreat when she added: “I’ve got a home-made cottage pie you can have. But its tofu, not beef.”“Thank you. That would be wonderful.” Supper sorted, I accepted my neighbour’s invitation to share a drink in her kitchen, ‘A drink’ turned out to be two half-pint goblets of a fiendishly strong Hungarian. Basically, it meant I was fucked no matter what I did."What the fuck are you doing here Connors?" Henry snapped while stillwearing that shit-eating grin, "I thought this was a no losers party." He just showed up," Betty said as she walked up, "I don't know how hegot in." You let me in with Jake," I protested once I got my voice pushedpassed my growing fear."I don't remember that," she waved dismissively. "I remember Jakeshowing up but I didn't invite you in."All I could do was stand there with. It was the worst spanking I had ever gotten. I can still remember the way he yelled at me,"You dirty filthy little girl. You are going to be a slut just like your mum. You are nothing but a silly, stupid little bitch and will probably spread your legs at the first opportunity."My tender little bottom was so sore I was unable to sit on it for two days. I vowed right then and there to be a good little girl and not to spread my legs for anyone except my anticipated soul-mate. That was almost 10. ”Deanna felt her juices flow instantly, and leaned in. Her legs pressed closer together and she slightly bounced her knee up and down. She closed her eyes, tilted her head, parted her lips, and readied her tongue to pounce. With her eyes shut her other senses took a more dominant role. The sound of the music being partially blocked from her friend’s direction and extra heat radiating on her face let her know when her friend’s mouth was nearing hers. As Brittany’s lips touched hers Deanna snaked.