Alia casually refers to Viktor as her lover, or otherwise indicates their intimacy openly, and unmistaekably. Our friends laugh, comment on how much y...unger, how much more alive she seems. Nothing is hidden. There is, at first, some curiosity about my role. The curiosity, however, is not what my reaction is to the new situation. That seems, to everyone, irrelevant from the very start. Instead what our friends find curious is what need did Alia still has for my presence at all. She answers,. I tried my best to be the horny, virgin country-girl, who desperately needed to be fucked and who might just make herself so hot that she would break down and beg for it. I thought I was succeeding very well, indeed. I was already past the point where I would be able to walk out of there without somebody fucking me.My audience couldn't applaud because they all had their hands full. Even George's khaki shorts were tented out by a nice hard one that he hadn't taken out yet. Most of the rest were. ‘I’m in love with you, too,’ Denise finally spoke. ‘Huh, funny how I didn’t know that until now. How could two such smart people be so dumb?’ Vince laughed gently and smiled at Denise. She still had not let go of his hand. ‘I don’t know, but what do we do now?’ Denise squeezed her boyfriend’s hand — it was so weird to think of him that way — and gave him an enigmatic grin. ‘I think I have a couple of ideas about what to do. Why don’t you follow me?’ Vince certainly wasn’t going to object to. Still semi-frozen in the rigor of sleep, he strained to no avail. Arm wrapped across his chest and hand trapped below his side, it would not budge. Moments of panic hammered at a dry spot below his throat before a coughing breath broke the last of sleep's iron web.Pins and needles stabbed though his hand as he flailed to roll over and scrambled backward, sitting up with his back pressed against the slimy brick wall. Shaky breaths slowly became even as he stared at the offending appendage lying.