As she approached the park, Karen had increasing butterflies in her stomach. She wrote things off as nerves about the race, even though something didn...t feel right. But, she approached what appeared to be an official table, and a little of the nervousness subsided."Just sign up here and we'll get you ready to go" the young man said. He was dressed in a hoodie and athletic pants."What kind of race is this exactly?" Karen asked as she signed her papers."I promise you, it's unlike anything you've. "Call it their type if you will. It's the same for us women. We all know what we like when we see it. But for some men, they will often specialize. Some will like breasts, some butts, some like hair color, some like body types and some long legs, but in the end it all comes down to the type of girl you are."But you see, in the end, it's what makes one person attractive to another."But I'm willing to bet my tavern that you've been asked to warm a bed or two by almost every man, boy, and in some. Finally, she's thrown off the effect of that bloody man." And has picked up a quite outstanding young man. I can't imagine any other one waiting so long and patiently as he has."Deborah nodded against his chest. "And that shows, as we've always known, just how much he loves her." She was bubbling, wasn't she?"Deborah nodded again. "I think this calls for a celebratory drink and a toast to them, don't you, darling." I do, my own darling. Let go of me and I'll go and fix it." I must tell Sharon,". That’s fair isn’t it bitch?” insisted Brad. Connie didn’t say anything, but was relieved they weren’t planning on a gang rape, although she knew her sopping pussy might disagree. She looked back at Drake hoping for reassurance but he wasn’t looking at her. His head was down and he had his back to what was about to happen to the woman he loved.Resigned to her fate and desperately seeking the sexual fulfillment that she craved, Connie allowed herself to be taken upstairs into what clearly was.