At the market I purchased a large leather sack and filled it with what fruits and vegetables I could find. Another area sold slaked lime and I had to ...uy some of this. I wanted to make a temporary cast. Linda had told me that her father just wrapped the broken bone. Nobody set the bones into proper positions to heal.Molly's stall was empty but she did not live far away. I climbed three flights of steps in a decrepit building and rapped at the door.A young girl's voice called out, "Who is it?". Oops he had sighed out loud. He didn’t think she had heard him and he didn’t want to frighten her. They were after all guests in his home.He started to turn away heading back towards his own room when he noticed that Marianne's nipples were erect. Popping nicely through the tee shirt. As he looked her right hand slid up from where it had been lying by her side and ran almost absentmindedly over her breasts, caressing and pulling on her nipples then gently cupping and holding them. Stirring. " Funny how you all now say you were never a Riot Grrl band?" We were Riot Grrl when we got a write up in the New York Times. We were Riot Grrl when we wanted people along to our gigs. But you ain't seen me in a Kinderwhore dress like Courtney Love or ordering guys to the back of the hall like Kathleen Hanna. We only ever wanted to play punk and hard rock. I never went in for the bullshit." So now you play acoustic ballads?" Yeah, and no-one ever asks me to flash my tits." You might make more. As I make my way over to the table, squeezing past her boyfriend Jeff and my other housemate Dave, she pours me a bowl too."Oh! I had a bit of insomnia I think", I say smiling as I take my seat. Dave and Jeff begin to busy themselves making their own breakfasts while I begin to eat mine. The kitchen is quiet apart from the sounds of chewing and cooking and my mind returns to the night before.I want it to happen again. I want to be taken and I want it as soon as I can have it. But how can I.