"Damn, look at those tits!" he exclaimed as he grabbed Alicia's massive breast and twisted it in his rough hand. "Why didn't I ever think of doing thi... before? Seriously, look how hot they look crying and afraid like that!" Dude, I know!" cried out the shorter one of them, Damien, who had been silent up to now. "When I saw them in the club I wanted them alright, but now! I shotgun the tall blonde first!" He smiled at his cleverness."No fuckin' way are you getting anyone first you little fuck!". "You keep your holes juiced up. I'll be right back after I take care of this punk." Wait!" the punk said. "I have a Retaliator!" A what?!" One of those!" he said, pointing at a television set over the bar."Remember," a narrator said as a middle-aged woman, who had been walking up the street on the screen suddenly keeled over, "Exercise is a medicine. So before you go walking up the block, get a doctor to write you a prescription." She struggled, trying to get back up, but could not. "Not only. Instead of my small studio, I was in a spacious bedroom thatlooked like it was straight out of a West Elm catalogue. My queen bed(queen? I have a full bed, I thought) had a tufted pale blue paddedheadboard, and I had more pillows than seemed strictly necessary. Therewere art prints on the walls - a mixture of black and white photographsand abstract art. The dresser had several framed photos on top, as wellas a box of some sort. The night table had a number of magazines on it,including Elle,. “You’re too horny for words,” Andrew murmured. “Who said anything about words, I don’t think there’s any more need for talking do you?” I grinned at him and suppressed the urge to kiss his full lips there and then. I turned on my heel, As I walked away, I picked up a mini skirt and a blouse off a clothing rails as I made my way to the changing rooms. I pulled back the curtain and stepped inside. I hung my garments on a peg, and closed the curtain behind me. I looked at myself in the mirror.