But when I took my next breath I could smell my sex, hanging heavy in the air. I couldnt be the only one. Here I was, the scent of my pussy permeating...the confines of the elevator, surrounded by strange men. Every movement and small noise they made became about me. I could imagine them growing hard in their pants, starting to breath heavy. Any minute now they would turn on me, lust in their eyes, tear my clothes, violate every hole DING! We were at my floor. No-one moved out of the way as I. She could even have a seat as the bus was half empty. Vicky felt better seated this time, because of the two teenagers. They eyed her with unconcealed grins from the backdoor, puffing and popping their chewing gums loudly. That’s why she sat down. She didn’t like sitting on buses and trams, but this time she dressed for the kill. The turquoise summer dress followed her curves like a second skin and it was short, displaying her slim, naked legs. A palm-wide, dark-blue, satin girdle encircled her. It is unsafe to walk down the streets... one cannot even be sure of drawing "safe" drinking water from the tap? Why then should sex be any different. Sex should be an adventure... and adventures are, by definition... unsafe.So alone with my thoughts... I sit and wait to find out whether or not I have this disease. And which answer, I wonder, will displease me least? If I do not have it, I shall be forced to go on living... especially now that I have made that promise about the razor. If the. I ... I think I'm just going to go back to the HQ and do homework. I don't think I can focus on ... on ... this today..."Hearing his apartment still referred to as "HQ" despite their being done with their impromptu business proposal to save the dig site made Gregg smile. "Are you sure you're okay?"Charli stood and hugged herself against Gregg. Immediately his arms encircled her body and held her close. "I'm worried about Laura ... I know she's done some pretty bad things, but she didn't deserve.