Pat hmmed and hawed over every play and ended up with a score of 131. I was in third, Third! I managed 244, Kia had 245 and Suzi was 258.“How are we...doing this today, like truth or dare?” Pat seemed to only realize she was out of the game after the last play. Kia waited, smiling, her elbow on the table and her face resting in her hand. I turned to look at Xiomara.“Pat,” Suzi decided first, “You’re on waitress duty until the start of the next game. Get Dean and I drinks. I just want water.”She. He dropped her onto the floor, her face to the floor but her ass in the air. His throat quivered and he spat into her gaping asshole, then resumed raping her. This time, his weight was dropping straight downwards, every impact like a pole driver.“You like that, don’t you? You love being taken like a filthy whore,” he said as she sobbed in agony. “Say “rape my ass harder, mein führer”. I want to hear you say it.” She didn’t respond, and without pausing the sodomy, he put his foot on her head,. ’ His voice was warm towards me but had a hint of anger in it after my outburst of pain, and I knew he knew something wasn’t right. ‘Yes ma’am, I’ll carry her to your truck and just ride with you if you don’t mind. I’d like to stay with her is all, if you don’t mind I mean.’ I normally hated being carried, no matter the reason or distance but couldn’t find the strength in me to fight it as he lifted me bridal style into his arms and carried me off to mom’s truck. His previous words repeated. It was Susan saying goodbye to Cynthia.As she crossed the street Cynthia spoke, "You disappeared and I came overabout two hours ago. Your neighbor invited me in for some wine while Iwaited. Do you want to tell me about George? I can wait if that's whatyou feel you need to do Sara. I sense you're uncertainty but I'm stillinterested. Can you at least not make me feel left out?"I turned back to the door, "Come inside and we can talk but I can't haveanymore alcohol understood?"We spoke of the two.