A littlemascara and wine-coloured lippy and she was done. She tousled her hairdry and let it fall messily to her shoulders. That would do for TheArche....o - o - o - o - oShe left the house as the taxi pulled up with her friend Jen in theback, and climbed in awkwardly.As they sped along the city streets, Jen slipped her two pills and Adenecked them with some water. She wouldn't come up for a while yet, soplenty of time to drink and gossip. Her friend's hair tonight was ashocking red, and she. We were to hold that position for 10 seconds. We practiced that move about 10 times, and then she said,”It’s time for the flare.” She took the wine glass, and this time held it the whole time I executed the move. At the finish of the move, from the parallel to the floor position, she took a sip of wine, and then kissed me. She transferred the wine to my mouth, and I then let her body fall softly to the floor. I lifted up her shirt, released the snaps from her bra, and her beautiful breasts. It was a thin deception.Just as I’d accepted my violent racquetball practices as sport.Lissa joined me on the court Monday afternoon expecting to pick up where we’d left off, but I was way beyond that. She walked off the court after half an hour. I hardly noticed she was missing. I walked off the court an hour-and-a-half later, dripping sweat.“Where’d you go?” I asked.“I couldn’t stay on the court with you, Tony.”“Why?”“You’ve always been intense, whether it was racquetball or art or making. Ralph would have referred to such a condition, puffing medically on his pipe, as "multi-phrenial."Before her very eyes, the nearest couple were engaging in active sodomy. The woman was about thirty-nine, with long red hair falling down her back which her dog was using as a cushion as he reamed her well-lubricated nether passage, his long tongue hanging pantingly outside of his mouth to drip saliva all over her back. Laura stared fixedly at the way his glistening penis was slipping in and out of.