You're making an extraordinary sound, something between crying and a hiss of rage.Suddenly you squirm free and you pounce, your hands slamming into my...shoulders, knocking me flat. You pin my wrists, holding me down with your full weight, straddling me, your eyes blazing. You lean forward, licking, biting at my lips, my throat, my chest. You take my nipples between your teeth and bite down and I writhe in mingled lust and pain.You rise above me, your eyes gleaming with a feral light, your hair. He pocketed the key. Again I did as I was told; he got out on his side. He pointed to an area between the restaurant wall and its dumpster, and I walked there."Strip," he said. I'd been right, my clothes were staying behind."I have this," I told him, pulling a DVD disk in a paper sleeve out of my pocket.He frowned. "Carlos told you not to bring anything," he said."If Carlos wants what he told me, I need it," I retorted.For a moment he glared at me. Then he pulled out a cell phone. "Stay there,". .." I tried to explain, "I don't know, I was just confusedabout some things. But I'm fine now, and I thank you both for beinghere." Take a few days of rest," Zhang said, "let the clinic technicians goover your treatments." But don't I have a date scheduled for tonight?" I asked."Don't worry about that, I will get somebody else," Zhang said."But I want to do it," I insisted. "Business is business. Besides, Ithink it will be fun."Suzi and I looked at each other with knowing grins."You are indeed. If she were to ever have sex with a woman, Marge would be the one.“What about her,” Velma asked, “Miss Fancy Pants. Is she going to keep her clothes on or is she go’ in to show us these wonderful titties you been raving about.”“She can keep her clothes on if she wants,” Marge said loyally, but it was too late. Jo had known a girl just like Velma in the eighth grade. The other girl had made fun of Jo; Jo had unbuttoned her blouse; the other girl had not. She and two other girls then sat on the.