." Or Tom will what?" he demands. "Tom ain't gonna do nothin', little lady. He's sittin' drunk at the bar, and he isn't gonna miss his whore bride for...a little while, is he now?"I scowl at his brazenness, knowing there is nothing I can do. The other men have already crowded around us, watching intently as I am held firm to the cold tile wall. The Stranger's hands fall to my breasts, and he squeezes them hard. "Mmm, can't wait to see these hooters!" he jeers. The men roar in approval; they can't. And then he meets her again next time and takes her to an apartment that was maintained for just such incidents. Anna proposes to introduce him to her friend Grace. Now Further.CHAPTER-1PART-7At this portion of my narrative I deem it best that I acquaint the reader with some of the fads and follies of the writer, so that, later on in this sparse history of a sensual life, he may be more familiar with the traits both normal and abnormal that will at times be depicted upon the written page.As I. ‘You’re impossible, you know that?’ she giggled. ‘Yeah, I guess I am,’ Matt said. He cupped her bottom in his hands and pulled her against him. ‘But I’m good in bed.’ ‘You certainly are,’ Mary agreed. In spite of the things she’d said about wanting him to date girls his age, she really didn’t want to share him, and certainly didn’t want to take a chance of losing him. The fear of that happening was always with her and it did her good to hear him once more profess his love for her. Matt kissed. I took care of my horse, gave the boy a coin and entered eager to have a few beers and at least one young woman. The maid who brought me my meal wore a man's wide-sleeved shirt, open at her throat, a leather vest that pushed up her full breasts and a wide skirt of homespun. She had on wooden clogs and a permanent smile.Since the place was not crowded when she brought me my third tankard, I pulled her down beside me and stole a kiss and a feel of her firm body. She wiggled but did not pull away.