It was dark in color and I could not say if the color were red, mahogany or dirty brown. We were both doused in sweat and trembling mostly due to the ...ear of unknown but committed to go on and finish what we had so lovingly began. We knew there was no reversing of the events, going back or even halt or cut it short now and for all practical purpose she was fucked and lost her cherry so no use crying over spilled milk.Although we were blinded from any and everything else happening in the world. " OK, hon." Tom replied, "but first you need to adopt the position..." Position?" Carol queried as a thrill ran up her backbone. What had he got in mind?"Yes, position... You are to be strapped firmly across that coffee table. Tonight I'm taking you from behind, doggy fashion and you ain't getting up until I'm spunkless... "Carol gasped as he led her across to their large low coffee table and made her lie belly down on top of it. Tom spread-eagled her long stocking clad legs and tied them with. “I can’t talk to her with everyone watching us. Can you tell her?”When I nodded, the fucking coward hugged me. “I owe you,” he said.“And I’ll collect someday,” I said as he let me go. He nodded and walked away.Bethany was sitting in our usual spot when I got to the lunch room. I guess she saw something on my face because she flushed and wouldn’t meet my eyes when I sat down. I leaned closer so others wouldn’t overhear.“So how did the news get out?” I asked as I opened my sack lunch.“I swear, I. “I guess you are going to move out and there’s no way I can convince you to stay here,” Vincent said.“That’s right.”“I’m going to miss our conversations at night,” Vincent said meaning it.“Same here, Captain.”It took several weeks, but they finally got enough of the living room done to support a television and a couple of chairs. They were just in time to watch the National Elections. Dismayed, Mike stared at the early results being broadcast.Shaking his head, he said, “The cut and run.