Maybe if I write something, anything. She touched the tracker pad and, saving the file on screen, opened a new one."Okay… forget Pete, forget what h...ppened – just write."Lucy straightened her back and positioned her hands. She sighed with relief when her fingers tapped the keys and words appeared on the screen. But, reading them back, she frowned. The sentences were jumbled, the images in her head lost in translation between thoughts and words. Frustrated, she placed a finger on 'delete' and. At quarter after one, he woke Brenda and forced her to get out of bed. “You need to get up and get moving. You’ll feel better.”“I hate you,” Brenda mumbled, but she swung her feet to the floor and stood up.“I’m sure. You need to take another shower and get dressed. We need to leave the room and let room service clean up.”“This is all your fault.”“You’re the one who told me about the place and you’re the one who said we had to go. How is it my fault?”“You’re the man. It has to be your fault,”. Adult entertainment and rapist.The Chief (quick&dirty#5)It was really late when I got to bed. I was up and on the bike at 6AM. If there was going to be hell to pay, I wanted to be one who wrote the check. I carried the .357 not the prissy Colt Detective Special. I might not get a chance to use it, but if I did, I at least wanted the bad guys to remember that I fought back with a serious weapon.Of course nothing happened during the ride. I went into the Downtown Diner for breakfast. It was the. Prof. Ashu: do you like me?Me: Ya, kind of.Prof. Ashu: Then show meI couldn’t believe my ears. I jumped up and kissed her. Professor Ashu’s carves felt perfect. She had good boobs though it looked like her chest was flat from a distance. Her hair was coloured reddish-brown with henna.But otherwise, she looked good. She broke free from my grip and led me to the back. I held her from behind as we spoke.Prof. Ashu: You can call me Ashu when we’re alone.Me: And you can call me by my pet name,.