I'll go as soon as this show is over."Cassandra shook her head, causing her short, dark brown hair to swirl about her round face, and shrugging her sh...ulders she replied in a sing song voice, "OK, but it's you who wanted me to bake that pie for desert tonight!" Yeah I know, but the show will be over soon, and I'll get it then." Adrian sat in his chair, and didn't bother to even look back at his wife when he spoke. But why should he? She knew he was watching TV."What are you watching that's so. He clarified a lot of things." So?" Cassie's aggression continued."What's up with you, Cassie?" retorted Cheryl. "Why so nowty?" I don't particularly want to hear of him worming his way into your friendship, that's all." Well, if you're going to be so bitchy, I'm going home." OK, OK!" sighed Cassie with exaggerated patience. "How did it go?" Very well." Cheryl stopped and drank some coffee."That it?" asked a now inquisitive Cassie."Depends on whether you want to hear some home truths." I don't. One of her arms is pinned under her chest the other is pressed between her leg and his knees. He is heavy and he has one hand pushing her into the bed. You know I think I want to do this for myself. Ill finish getting these things off you just remember stay quiet and you wont get hurt. He moves his hand from her back and grabbing her by the arms rolls her over on to her back. The intruder grabs her shirt and rips it open. He is still straddling her on the bed, looking down at her he sees her. I wasn't worried. She was going to go along, whether, at that particular moment, she knew it or not."Tiff, are you sure you want me to do this?" Asked an equally flabbergasted Mike.Tiffany turned to her boyfriend and, with her hands on his shoulders, turned on her lusty blast furnace."Sweety, I know you love me, and I also know how good you are. I want you to do this, for me. Now you just make sure to make me proud, baby." She wanted to bed Kirsten, but she loved Mike and didn't want sex.