Alcohol was only false courage. Ginny taught me that. She was an alcoholic. A recovering alcoholic. It had cost her her marriage and her relationship ...ith her children. It had been a very high price to pay. I met her not long after she joined AA. I admired her courage. She blamed no one but herself and knew it was a sickness. She dealt with it.I had no such excuse for my behavior. I was selfish. It all boiled down to that. It was always about what I wanted. I had been blind to it just as Ginny. The man sucking on her ample breasts had to let go, as did the man with his hand between her legs, they had to, the man behind them was pushing her forward so that she bent at the waist. I saw him take his willy, which was a rather solid willy by this time, I have to say, and push it inside her.There was no finesse, no savouring of the moment; certainly no love, not here, not tonight. With a single thrust it was in and he was fucking her with some urgency. The man in front of her took this as a. Jo turned to face him and pulled on her jeans. ‘I’ll let you do more.’ She saw his eyelashes flutter. ‘Go on, look.’ She hopped the last few inches over her hips and zipped them up. She watched his eyes travel up the zipper, across her abdomen then stop as he realized she’d seen him. ‘I caught you!’ She gave him a smile and walked over to him. ‘You know, you can look. It doesn’t hurt my feelings if you do,’ she said as she put her fingers on his scratchy face. ‘If we’re gonna do this, you. Likewise, Erik had shaved his beard off, groomed his hair, and had repaired his pickup truck after he had been bitching about it for months.Having access to a reliable car and not looking like a scary cave dweller allowed him to get paid jobs done, which brought his family a better income. It also made it easier for Erik to give Jessica her fifty dollars every week. The girl had even taken to saving up some money rather than spending it all at once on new clothes and toys.Being in contact with.