"You know what the worst part is?" The others murmured questioning sounds. "I'm still fucking horny. I think there's something wrong with me."Frank la...ghed at that. "Damn it, girl, don't over-think things. There doesn't have to be a why and you don't have to justify your actions. Hell, you don't even have to justify them to yourself. Philosophers may find reasons for sex and biologists and psychologists probably know what they really are but for our own purposes, sex is just fun. And you, Mrs.. Suddenly the van slammed to a stop . The laughing starts back up . The van quickly slams into reverse as the doors open and hands manhandle me as I'm pulled out and thrown down face first on something soft and wet.I feel something cold and sharp against my skin as I hear the ripping of my shirt and then up both pants legs . Cold air runs up my skin . I feel someone grabbing at my cut short and pulling it till it is ripped off . Then the same is don't to my jeans . They notice the pink satin. .. he said there were a lot of secretaries and clerks there. Something like that is music to a horny young guy's ears.Well, I won't bore you with how's and why's but he ended up pulling over at a dark turn-off and asking me to drive because he felt a little too drunk. As soon as he got in the passenger side he pulled a knife out of the glove box and told me I wouldn't get hurt if I just did what he wanted.And what he wanted was to pack chocolate.Now, that WAS a humiliating, and traumatizing,. It was around the time of the IRA Pub bombingsso we only had one drink and spent the rest of the time talking. Shefocussed on how feminine I used to look in those days and that sheadmired how daring I was. This stirred other emotions in me as Idiscovered she wanted to see me again. Our relationship "blossomed" touse an old fashioned term and soon we became more and more intimate untilone day both our passions overflowed and we shagged each other silly.Needless to say she was great at sex but.