He walked through our crumpled contorted masses and began to shout directions to unseen assistants. The nonchalant comment to "throw them in the truck... as myself and a few other friends were hoisted up off the unfinished floor and carried towards an exit into the darkness of night. Our bodies were lifted and tossed like bags of luggage and before long concealed the wooden palates cushioning us from full impact with the metal bed of the vehicle's interior.We began to move not too long after. I’m wanting to fuck you. I’m waiting to fuck you.’ She rocked her groin against his cock. He thrust his hips up against her, jostling her breasts. Wubbeda, she thought. ‘Sarah…’ His voice was tortured now. ‘Were those panties expensive?’ ‘Richard gave them to me,’ she said. ‘Unnh,’ he said, as he tried to bring the head of his cock into contact with her. She didn’t let him. He grabbed her panties by one leg and said, ‘Can I buy you new ones?’ ‘Yes,’ she said. He tried to tear the panties apart,. As usual, I had a cold beer ready to pour so we could introduce ourselves and relax. She made herself comfortable and we engaged in some small talk. She was an older gal, perhaps 40-ish, with a slender figure and jet black hair. She had a dark complexion and spoke with an exotic accent which I vaguely recognized as SE Asian. I found it sexy and was delighted to learn she worked locally as a nurse. Her polite demeanor really stood out.But I can handle only so much small talk. I eventually moved. It had happened a half dozen times over the course of a year and twice Bobby had sent guys to the emergency room at the hospital. His luck held though and he was able to get away with it because witnesses were never clear as to who threw the first punch and Bobby was always able to claim he was just defending himself. That and the fact that none of those he fought ever pressed charges against him.As I looked down on Barry sleeping peacefully on the bed I knew I could never let Bobby find out.