His fingers now found her skin under her t-shirt. It was only a matter of time before they awkwardly removed each other’s shirts. We’re like hungr... children, she thought as John explored every part of her torso with his lips. He pulled her bra off with his teeth, leaving her breasts exposed to his hungry mouth. As he sucked on her breasts, Rhea shut her eyes and dug her nails into his back. His hands were now on her shorts and soon Rhea was out of pants and wriggled as John attempted at pulling. I told him not to bother, he isn’t worth it. Then he made me breakfast. I began to notice just how many empty beer cans he has laying around. He had a little bag over flowing with Budweiser, Bush, and Coors Light beer cans. It was disgusting. I should have guessed he was a drunk, the first thing he pulled out of the fridge was a beer. He made me breakfast, oh, I don’t mean just a bowl of cereal and a glass of OJ, he makes me eggs, bacon, hash browns, pancakes, sausage, toast, a bagel with cream. It seemed tragic that a man's whole life, all his earthly possessions after 60 years, could be contained in one small room. He went over to the bed and looked at a stack of magazines and books there. There were books about UFOs, conspiracy theories, murder mysteries, detective magazines, tabloid newspapers with screaming headlines about alien babies and two-headed axe murderers. There were cigarette ashes on the bed, and it smelled of alcohol and stale food."Come on, Bobby, we don't have all. Jim hit her hard with an evil slap fully in the groin. The unexpected pain exploded inside, making her guts twist. She wasn’t expecting it, she had never been hit there before. But the man hit again, indifferent to her mutters of pain, those hits made a tremendous effect on her, she lost control of her muscles and felt the need to evacuate, hardly managing to keep herself and failing to hold a little bit of pee, that fell on Jim’s trousers. Instead of taking provisions, he continued to thrash.