Her next attempt at defense didn’t seem that convincing. She whined, “You think you’re such a clever little asshole.”“And you’re so full o... yourself. You think you’re a really hot little piece, but you’re actually a stupid cunt.” Was that overdoing it? No, consider what she just said to you. “If you’re going to give me this bullshit – well the semester is over, I’m just going to say, ‘Bye.’”She didn’t seem to like that. I still wasn’t entirely sure what she saw in me, but maybe that didn’t. What did you just do?" Her voice was tinged with hysteria. When he didn't answer, she sat back in her seat and withdrew back inside herself.Cole and Wendy got comfortable next to each other. Then Cole smirked and said, "I just released a copy of the FBI surveillance tapes that showed the Vice President and Consuela Mendoza naked. His wife is naked in the background. Man, they're all three butt ugly with their clothes off. If it's after ten AM, the pictures were emailed automatically."Wendy had. Please fuck my wife for me. I am on my knees begging you to fuck her. She needs you. She needs to be fucked by you. I know that. I can't fuck her the way she needs to be fucked. Like you can fuck her. Look at her, she wants you so bad. She wants to give herself to you. Peter you deserve her pussy and I do not. Please do not leave. I'll do anything to get you to fuck her. Please don't leave without fucking her. I don't want the out. I don't want to fuck her. I don't want her. "Oh, yeah. That is best one we do!"I laughed too, delighted that she had gotten the joke I was making. "Well, you just be careful with my clothes, okay?"She nodded again, almost a bowing of her head. "You like? What we do?" I always have, I assume I always will," I told her.Still nodding, still smiling, she made another note on my ticket before I left.***I picked the clothes up on Saturday afternoon as usual and hung them in the back of my little closet in my one room apartment. I didn't need.