“Can we sit and talk a moment?” “Yeah.” His baritone replied, and he ushered me forward, though his hand never left my ass until it was time t... sit. I took my seat, crossing my kegs, allowing the satin gown to d**** open. I was showing a lot of leg. All the way over my hip, in fact! Viewers would plainly see I wasn’t wearing anything under the dress, anywhere. My stiletto sandals gleamed in the camera lighting, along with my anklet. It had a small black spade symbol on it, dangling with every. I think it became a game of the regulars that came to the house and stayed overnight to encourage Havoc to be on the prowl - there were certainly plenty of scantily clad women sleeping around, passed out or high in the spare bedrooms, couches and floor. I lost count of the times I observed guys, but mostly other women, trying to facilitate something happening on an unsuspecting intoxicated coed with Havoc: creating poses/positions, baring and exposing intimate areas and taking very creative. Although…’ Stan stuck his tongue out at Denise, who blew a raspberry in return. They both laughed at one another. They were sitting at Stan’s breakfast bar drinking coffee. Denise had brought in some cereal, and they were both eating a bowlful. Last night had been, well, tiring for Stan, but enormous fun and yet deeply emotional, too. Denise had been hurting, and Stan had done his best to relieve that hurt. He grinned. He thought he’d relieved it multiple times… But now they had to go to work.. Someone called Anna, and now she won’t stop crying.’ ‘I’m on my way.’ They hung up and Tina opened the door. After slipping the safety latch into position to prevent the door from locking, she returned to Anna. Her sobs had diminished, although she was still weeping. It wasn’t long before the door opened and Brad came in, Darren on his heels. The tall man immediately went to one knee, pulling the despondent woman to his chest. Cradling the back of her head in his hand as she wrapped her arms.