When it became too much for her, she tried to push off of Randy's lap.Tiffany shoved her right back down though. "You don't get to come up for air," s...e shouted in her ear. "Do you hear blood rushing to your head? Do you feel your lungs collapsing? Do you see white spots in your eyes? Do you feel like you're going to choke to death right here and now? That's good. That's what you're supposed to feel. You are a slutty wife whose one purpose is to satisfy her husband. Only when you are about to. Soon Amelia was asleep against my legs and I felt torn. Part of me wanted to wake her up, throw her against the wall and give her a good, hard fucking. It had been too long since our erotic encounter under the waterfall. I knew I had responsibilities as part of the volunteer rescue league through the resort. Making up my quickly, I did up my jeans, threw on a t-shirt and quietly left the house, locking it up behind me. I walked fast down toward the beach, almost slipping a few times on wet. As always, such a delicate balancing of physical and psychological triggers with a nano-virus would give both significant misses in culling, and many false-positives as part of the triggering. Initial data scans indicated a slight over-culling with various populations approaching 99.97% cull rates and a skewing of sexual balances from the near 50-50 ratio of male and female. While within the variance allowed, collection of specimens would aid in refining the tailoring models and protocols.. The bottom line was that Arabella had left town with another man. No one knew where she was or when she would be back. Trying to bury the resentment and disappointment he felt, Simon stepped off the porch and walked down the tree-lined street towards the temporary Officer's Club that had taken over a small restaurant.Simon ate dinner alone and then wandered into the bar. It was a loud smoky place dominated by boisterous knots of people, everyone talking and laughing too loud but still managing.