"Meanwhile, I got you some ice while you were doing your laundry. Would you like some Scotch? It might warm you from the inside out. There is a flask ...nd a napkin for your cut in the glove box."My monologue seemed to relieve her. She put the knife down and poured. "Thank you. I like Scotch. It will help."When we parked, I said, "You probably shouldn't take the knife into the clinic, either. Leave it on your seat and you can reclaim it when we come out."She took off her helmet and pulled down. How? * "Pick a guy!" Rekha said out loud, leaning up close to her friend."What?" Nara replied. "Pick a guy," Rekha repeated directly into her friend's ear, "Just pick one and tell him you want him to fuck your brains out!"Nara leaned back in her chair. She grimaced, incredulous, unsure if she had heard Rekha correctly over the noise in the club. The wickedly lurid expression on the face of her comely friend told her that she had.Nara shook her head. Looking down at her drink as she stirred it. The way she was jostled, and the sounds told her as much, but then there was a pause. Not a long one, but one that was more terrifying than any moment of stillness before it.“Mnnhhh! OUT! Let me OUT PLEASE OUT, PLEASE!” she suddenly screamed, thrashing as much as she could. She didn’t even recognize her own voice. It sounded disjointed, broken. Completely unlike herself. Her struggling was half-hearted, despite all the effort she put into it. She was still in a bad way. Still hurting, and her. She had one hand on his ass. The white of his pants was polka dotted by her long red nails as she gripped his ass tightly. She swayed her hips on the front of his pants. Kevin was sweating from the motion of her hips across his cock. She stared intently into his eyes. This woman scared Kevin, but his cock adored her.The music ended, and the couples were slower now to part. Barb put on some Tony Bennett. I watched as Carla reached behind, stretching her tits in her bra, and unzipped her skirt..