The Flood JokeThere was this guy, lived in New Orleans. The news announced that The! Big! Hurricane! Was on the way, and everybody ought to evacuate t... higher ground, inland.The guy shrugged, and said, “I will trust in The Lord!”The storm approached closer, water was running in the streets. The police drove through, over their loudspeakers they warned everybody to pack up, get out, and get far inland and far uphill.The guy shrugged, and said, “I will trust in The Lord!”The water got higher. The. ”
She nodded and his eyes drifted down from her face, his hands were rough but his touch soft, unwilling to damage something so new. His hands cupped her breasts, lead down her flat stomach and smoothed over her waxed snatch. 
“Lay down.” He said, husky breath in her ear and his face buried into her neck, inhaling her sent. She obeyed, fearful for a moment that Sarkis himself would take her purity. But no, once she lay sprawled on the plush mattress he brought her arms up above her head and set. I went in got myself a couple of shots and then I asked if I could sit next to her for which she agreed as time passed we started talking, she told me she worked there as a bartender mixing drinks and she was about to leave as her part of the night was done. She stood and said she is going to leave, as she stood up I got to see her curvy body which looked like a hourglass I got zoned out for a sec looking at her mesmerizing structure, her voice brought me back to my senses.I somehow managed to. She’d read the articles on sex and some stories that made her hot, but those were words but this was real.His fingers traced down her spine as the door clicked shut behind them. He pressed close, and she could feel that lovely erection again, pressed to the small of her back, felt his fingers reaching around to cup her breasts through her blouse. He was taking her, like one of the men in the novels she liked direct and demanding. Fear and passion fed each other, she was afraid, but not enough.