The cad had deserved everything he’d gotten, and she was glad she’d been able to pin him to the wall. She’d gone into the tavern, ordered her fa...orite drink, a man’s drink, bourbon over ice. Just as she finished tossing it off, someone who’d been sitting beside her had jostled her arm. That was the last thing she remembered. Someone, she supposed, had drugged her. Whoever it was had put something pretty potent in her drink. Was it the bartender? No, she knew the bartender. But of course,. Like he did just then, as he pounded me with heavy strokes and I was taking all of it just because of the sheer love I had for him and my prowess as woman who loves making love I took it all. I could feel his bites on my breast and grinned my teeth, could feel my back giving way but took his every stroke just to make him feel that he is what I wanted to feel inside me. Knowing I was struggling my moans though were of pleasure it did have elements which suggested I was struggling, he turned over. I took my books down to the ‘Indian’ room and sat in one of the comfortable basket chairs to read. About two hours later, I gathered my books and went to my office to use my Apple IIe to write a paper for my history class. When I walked through the great room I noticed Jorge and Cindi sitting together on one of the loveseats, each engrossed in what appeared to be textbooks. I finished my paper just in time to start working on dinner. I was in the kitchen when Pete walked in.“Hey Pete! How’s the. ?We aren’t wearing all our underclothes, are we?? He reached behind her, apparently finding the tab of her zipper. ?May I?? he asked her.I was out of the picture.He unzipped the back of her dress and drew it down from her shoulders. ?Oh, yes, they are perfect!? He fondled one breast and kissed the other, and then urged her to her feet.She stood facing him and he pulled the dress down, over her hips and to the floor. She posed for him, in just her garterbelt, nylons and heels.Then Meredith knelt.