I glanced at the big wall mirror and admired the view in the dim light. I’m of medium height and have a perfect, playmate body, including perfect c-...up sized tits and shapely ass and legs. My body is trim but not overly muscular, and my skin is smooth as a baby’s. The oscillating fan swung back my way and blew cooling air across my sensitive skin, sending tingles of pleasure through me. I felt almost fully content. Mark had fucked me for a couple of hours, coming inside me three times, a feat. He grabbed a heavy piece of glass that was carved and polished smooth into some indescribable twisted geo shape. He raised it slowly preparing to hit her when without warning she turned to face him. She let out a small snicker and then erupted into laughter. She stood there, laughing. She wasn't afraid. She looked him in the eyes."You weak lil boy. You want to hit a girl??" And more laughter."C'mon boy. You weak, pathetic, miserable little...boy." The words stung with each venom coated syllable. "They kidnapped two minors, not a single one of them had ID, so we still don't even know who they are; put that all together and we've got strong arguments for not releasing them on bail. They're not going anywhere. Not anytime soon anyway." Good. Listen, the one called Dean, he was the driver in the car that picked me up. He got off with minimal damage, a scratch really, where all the others all got roughed up pretty good, you may be able to use that against him. You point that out to the. Beverly was a fun loving girl. We had lots of fun in college. Actually, we both barely graduated. It's been so long ago, but I will say this. We both had a good time. And getting good grades was very far down on our list." She laughed as she said this. I knew she had never really used her degree. It had been in Fine Arts. My mother had got her BA in English. She loved to read, but apparently she hadn't loved to study. Oh, well. It never really mattered. She had worked as a clerk and then a.