Her hand rested on the knife at her belt. They'd not take her without a hell of a fight, this time she thought with strong determination while realizi...g that the pursuers were probably going to catch up with her eventually.As she rested, she looked up at where two pines crossed each other on their way up to the sky. Where the trunks crossed was a thick clump of branches. It seemed to be enough to hide in if she could get high enough without being seen. A quick look back at no one pursuing her. She decided to do both of us as she went along, and for her eyeshadow shetook a very different approach. Just under her eye she used a very thinlayer of blue which matched her dress and heels, and then on her lid sheused a red-orange that more closely matched her hair and contrasted theblue underneath. She was truly an artist, and it gave her eyes anintensity that I loved.Next, she pulled out a liquid eyeliner stick, and asked me to close myeyes. With remarkable precision I felt her trace out. I quickly stripped down, showered really quick, and was fully dressed before anyone had finished showering or reciting their stats for the night to their fellow teammates. I pretty much jogged out of the locker room and immediately went looking for Amanda. I couldn’t find her. Normally she would be right outside the locker after she changed back into her normal clothes. I guess I did get ready pretty fast. I walked over to the females locker room. I was greeted to a dark locker room. I. Have you ever had sex?”“My personal life is none of your business!”“Well, we know you have had two children. So you have had sex at least twice, right? Were you married when you had sex?”“Yes, of course I was!”“Okay, well, by your judgement of Corinne DeLoie, you are a whore. What’s it like being a whore? And, how often do you fornicate with your husband? Is it once a week? Or just on the first of the month? Or maybe you are one of those lucky ones that only has to wallow in sinful fornication.