Lorraine was staring at her with that ‘I know this is what you really want’ look. There was silence for a full minute. Anita put down her mug and ...poke quietly: “I think it’s best if we do this in the bedroom”.“Now, Anita, if you don’t mind, I am going to completely strip off as I’ll be more comfortable...” “Now look, Lorraine. I know you’re a friend and everything but I think it is inappropriate for you to get naked in my bedroom and teach me how to use a how to use this thing”.“Why? Why. The astonishing contrast between the heat of the wax and the wet, cooler warmth of his mouth wholly controlled her sympathetic nervous system. She was as much herself now as a lump of clay might be, his to play with, his to mold and shape to his desires. He was between her open legs now, kissing her neck, the hollow between her clavicles, her now impossibly sensitive breasts and the erect, eager nipples crowning each, his mouth everywhere at once, or so it seemed. His hands ran down her chest. Look at that cute little peter he has."The big man who had knocked me down and out was obviously the leader of this pack of thugs. He told the lady that now held my pants, "Ruby hand those to me." She replied, "Here you go Jake." Jake and Ruby were the names of those two. Mary was pleading with them, "Please don't hurt him. Just leave us alone and go away." Jake went through my pockets and my wallet. He read my name from my driver's license. He told Mary, "Carl needs to learn to obey when given. “Thanks,” she said. “It was a nice night.” She paused. “But what happened to the quick fuck?” she asked.“The what?” I blurted out, completely taken aback.“You asked me at the restaurant if I wanted to come back for a bottle of wine and a quick fuck,” she replied.“Quiet fire,” I responded quickly. Christ. “Not quick fuck.”“Huh”, she replied, nonplussed. “I’m a bit deaf in that ear. Must have misheard you. See you when you get back?” She smiled coyly, and then headed out the front door. I stood.