With studied nonchalance, he slipped one arm up on the cushions behind her shoulders, leaning closer toward her as he added jovially, "I can't imagine...any problem with Henry that you couldn't handle with just a flutter of those eyelashes of yours." Oh, Max, this is serious," she protested almost gaily, giggling in spite of herself. Strangely, she was already beginning to feel the effects of the drink he had given her, a warm, euphoric lightheadedness and slight tingling sensation all over her. Her apartment was tiny, and stifling hot. As soon as we got through the door, we started stripping each other. I pulled her shirt off, and she unhooked her bra to reveal a perfect, pale pair of B-cup tits with hard pink nipples. She pulled my t-shirt up and over my head, and ran her hands over my chest appreciatively. (I'm a little over six foot tall, a hundred and ninety pounds, and fit – not a gym monkey, but I get no complaints. ) Pulling the elastics out of her little ponytail, I got my. . screams and stuff. That's what he calls her you know... Screamer." She doin' drugs." Connors says he's been feeding her some of those little green pills of his. Says it makes her real happy." Uh huh."Paige stormed through the front door, slamming it behind her. Jeff looked up from his comic book and gazed at her mildly."You fucking bastard!" Yeeeeaaaaaass?" he asked, smugly."You are a dirty fucking, nasty, mean bully." I don't know what you're talking about." You had your goon friends beat up. I put on my navy pinstriped suit and a red paisley tie, then my khaki overcoat, and headed out the door. I arrived at the Lunds' house at exactly 7:00 p.m. I rang the bell and Mrs. Lund answered."Good evening, Julia," I said."Good evening, Dan," she replied with a smile. "Here to pick up Kristen?" Yes," I replied. I wanted to blurt out that it was all Kristen's idea, that I wasn't some sort of monster who would take advantage of a young woman's jangled emotions, but I couldn't. I wanted to go.