I poured the root beer into the mug and ended up with a root-beer mustache, which made her laugh."I rented a studio this morning," I said proudly and ...old her all about it as she bustled around the kitchen. That the facility also contained a studio apartment seemed to interest her more than the workspace."Will you be moving into the studio?" she asked."No, but sometimes when I start painting, I fall into a creative mode and paint all day and all night. My mother calls them all-nighters. I don't. ‘I wonder if she and Joanne went over to Fran’s house?’ he thought. He braked to a stop, dug a notebook out of his pocket, looked up Fran’s number, then dialed it. ‘Hey, bitch! We know you’re in there, you better open this fuckin’ door or we’re gonna fuckin’ break it down!’ Bruno yelled, thumping his fist against the door of Fran’s cabin. ‘Yeah, come on, bitch!’ Jimmy added, kicking the door. ‘Let us in so we can party!’ ‘My God!’ Joanne whispered to Gail. ‘They’re really drunk and they sound. I stand up, and go with his movement; he turns to smile at his friend nearby. When I reach my feet my clenched right hand whips up and across the space between us to slam into his balls. He makes a gurgling sound when I hit him so hard I squash his balls. I feel them go flat and gooey. He starts to slide to the floor, and I say to him, “Now, maybe you will take no for an answer.” He drops to his knees in obvious pain, I say to his friend, “Drag this garbage out of here before I give you the. I loved it when he forced me down to suck his dick or when he would order me to do things for him. I was already playing with a corn on the cob using Vaseline as lubricant, so I wanted this to happen and his suggesting it made me very excited and that’s how I became his secret girlfriend. One day, we were exploring the hill, an empty lot behind the bowling alley where we could have some privacy, and we saw a man sleeping under the big Marbury tree at the top of the hill. We quietly approached.