He slapped me hard across the face. What did I say? he growled at me. Shut the fuck up, right? I nodded and looked down ashamed. Now put your arms dow.... I lowered my arms so my breasts hung naked out of my torn dress. Spread your legs for me. I parted my legs, my body felt tense with fear. Wider! he ordered. I open them more. He grabbed my panties and ripped them off my body, the friction of the fabric burning against my skin as it came off. I yelped but kept my legs apart afraid he would hit. They travel from his hyper mobile tattoo-sleeved shoulders, to his ripped abs, to his muscular back, and all the way down to his firm ass, which was covered by a pair of black cotton pajama bottoms.After the kiss, I said to Randy, "I'm about to change into something a little more comfortable." Take your time." Randy told me as I took my overnight bag and went into the bathroom, the same bathroom where I briefly watched Randy as he took a shower and where I silently played with myself.A couple. It made them want to gravitate towards him. To be near him. Total strangers.But he is not a man hampered with an over stimulated ego that requires constant feeding, Johnny was a very humble man. Life had made him that way, but the lessons were not lost upon him. A wise man once said, “Every good man I know, has been through something”. Johnny had in spades.The most important lesson I took away from observing them in life, was that the basis for their relationship, like the bedrock for a. You exhale into her ear. Your lips brush the skin on her neck. She’s sprayed perfume and put on dangly earrings. You bite the throat, she claws your chest, squeezes your shirt. ‘I need something.’ ‘Anything,’ she goes. ‘Listen very carefully: I need cash – or vouchers. We can’t go any further unless… y’know. I’m really sorry.’ She clears her throat, keeps her eyes down. ‘No worries,’ she says. She will shatter if not handled gently. ‘Not ayyy problem. Can I give you the stuff… after?’ You.