With tears and cheers we left the Institute.On the way I was admiring Liz’s bare vulva while she concentrated on her driving. (By the way, although ...t’s a pickup, this vehicle was really an SUV: it had everything. And thankfully, because of the Mexican heat, the air conditioning was both powerful and effective.)“How often do you two shave your pussies?” I asked. “I’ve never seen you do it, but you always feel as soft as a baby’s bottom. There’s never a trace of stubble. How do you do it?”Kriss. Her impromptu move had undermined all his carefully laid-out plans and she relished his efforts to wrest control back to himself. She almost felt distracted from the fact that she was soon to get ass-fucked for the very first time. Everything he does to her... Had she ever doubted he would follow through?The man-size tee-shirt he slung at her with a brusque 'Put it on and get your bag,' once he had struggled into jeans, shirt and trainers himself. It was the first above-ankle piece of clothing. Keys sang a harmony as Don overdubbed a quick solo. Life was good. The Gibson sang to him as his fingers caressed her neck, much like Jessie's passion song the night before.The song ended and Stix whooped. "Perfect!"Don hauled the axe off his shoulder and set it down on the stand next to the studio amp."One more take on the solo?" the engineer said into his mike."We're done," Don replied."Axe..." Keys started."We're done." But it needs polish," Keys said. The engineer nodded behind the. Suddenly, a bullet shattered the back windshield, making a tremendous crashing noise, causing Katie to scream. I kept on driving and finally the gang was out of sight. Lifting her head up from her knees, Katie spoke. "The one who shot at us was the guy I fucked last night. That is one crazy guy. You wouldn’t believe what he wanted me to do to him," I was barely listening; my heart was thumping madly in my chest. We were out of South Central now and back on the L.A. freeway. I had calmed down a.