Evie declared herself custodian of the coffee, and started to brew up a batch. Meanwhile, I headed down to the cafeteria. Yes, Inez had said she wasn'... hungry. I was pretty sure, though, that she hadn't eaten much during this whole terrible experience, and I had a feeling she'd change her mind if food was placed in front of her. I returned with containers of fried chicken and French fries, enough for everyone. It was finger food, which would give Inez the option of pigging out if she was. It gives me purpose and value. I like walking through the catacombs and tipping my ear and listening to their moans, perhaps to this one or to that one. I hold their hand and give comfort and explain that if they'll let me take off their clothes and allow me to fuck them, then I'll eat them with dignity, and if not, the rats await.I'm a fiend. It's hopeless. Everything is done for. Those ladies agree to let me fuck them because the alternative is worse. They have a need for their bodies to be. Or maybe they do?“Oh yes. Eight times”“EIGHT! Oops, sorry, I mean eight times!” They were talking quietly, but everybody would have heard that loud ‘eight’. Would people guess what that referred to? Probably.“He started gently stroking with his fingers, all over. He was really gentle, but firm at the same time, oh, he stroked my bottom and my neck and my ... well all over anyway and slowly concentrated down below. He opened me, and it didn’t hurt, and stroked me inside too. Not like Tom. ’ Truth be told, this was not the only time David had been physical with me when things didn’t go his way. He apologized for weeks until I caved and took him back, but I said if he ever got physical with me again, we were done for good. ‘I get it, Kennie. I do,’ she said, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. ‘Do you think he’s been back since? To your apartment, I mean.’ ‘Yeah. I heard the lock jiggling the other night like he was trying to get in.’ ‘Do you think you need to move? You know.