He needed help; she showed up. Why? What or who sent her? He wanted to see Chelsea’s computer. He needed to see what she’d been doing. Why? He did...’t know, just another confused thought, but maybe ... What if? A word, a sentence, anything, something that might trigger, oh it was stupid, useless; he was grasping at straws, but she was wasting away.He sniffled. The monitor? Did it? Was there? Was he hallucinating? A dream? He looked down. She was looking at him! She was looking right him just. ?I mean..." Silvia stuttered, returning to herdrink."Well, to be perfectly honest Silvy, he's not really your type," saidKiara.Hannah slurped down a bit more of her drink, winking at the two guys fromacross the room, "Well, quite frankly, I'm sure that guy would be acouple steps up from the winners she normally brings back to her place." I resent that!" Silvia retorted, then blushed, knowing the statement toring true.The night progressed, Hannah & Kiara hooking up with the two guys fromthe. Not taken place, scared Jen deeply. Breathing out slowly, masking her trepidation behind a small mushroom-cloud of smoke, Jen could only keep lying."Slapped him. Called him a pervert. Walked out."The walking was, she supposed, only really a half-truth. Basically honest, at least in her own estimation. Jen found that something of a comfort, particularly after what she had been through. What she had put someone else through. After all, she had walked out. Just very fast, and while being pursued. He pulled my thong loose and to the side with one hand and I felt his warm mouth press against me. His other hand slid between my legs and stroked my opening. I was primed and there was no denying it. “Perfect”, he said. It was the only words spoken between us thus far. I flushed all over. He pushed a finger deep inside me and at the same time his tongue slid between my lips. My legs went weak. Thank God my hand was supporting me on the counter and his other hand was pressed against my.