And if I pretend hard enough, maybe it didn't."DeeDee lifted the sheet, sliding under, the fuzzy robe and Maria's peignoir between them. She slipped a... arm under Maria's shoulders, nestled her head on hers, lay back on the pillow, head turned to her lover.She saw tears roll down Maria's cheek, long slow tracks rolling down over the arch and back toward her ear."A whore. That's all I am, a whore."DeeDee squeezed her tight. "No you're not. I don't believe it. And as long as I don't, you aren't.". "Okay, hunny, but you can't tell your sister!"* * *David sat cramming for his exam tomorrow, stressing. If he failed one more test, he would lose his sports scholarship. He was bummed, because he was missing out on a party with his girlfriend, Diane, but it was because of too many parties, that he was in the predicament he was in now.Diane had left with their friend Sarah, to the party. He wasn't too worried about Diane cheating on him, as they were in love, and planning on getting. The group calmed down and began watching a game on the TVs near the bar while they chugged down their beers. Tara returned from the bathroom, determined to take over the show, but to her dismay, the group’s attention was firmly fixed on the football game, which the local favorite Philadelphia Eagles were winning. Tara stole Bryan’s beer and downed it, then made him go grab a few more. As she stole his barstool, she tugged at her plaid mini-skirt, making sure at least three quarters of her. She hit the motorway then and opened the powerful bike up, it jerked in response and she felt the beginnings of an orgasm as the needle sped right up past the one hundred miles per hour mark, at a hundred and forty five, she climaxed and a smile of deep satisfaction spread over her face as she headed at a rather more sedate pace back down to the village!"Bloody bikers" muttered Fred as he saw the black clad figure pulling into the car park,"I'm not having them buggers in here" he marched out to.