Then she stripped off her clothes as Jeff watched, mouth agape at what he was seeing. Naked, Béla raised her arms straight out to her sides and turne... around slowly, displaying her slender body to the shooter.“What are you doing?” Jeff demanded to know, too frightened for her safety to control the trembling in his voice.“I’m showing them I don’t have the disease they’re afraid we’re carrying,” Béla replied, managing to sound bored, yet serious. Then she walked around in front of Jeff and lay. Then she whispered.“I didn’t cum! Can you believe that? I didn’t cumonce.” She continued to lay over the blankets. “Canyou fucking believe that? A fucking horse in my cuntand I don’t get there, what more have I got to do?”Not knowing what else to say and a bit taken aback byher language, I answered a bit lamely, “Is thereanything I can do?” “You can try fucking me in the arse while dick forbrains gets sucked off.” She tersely. Although it was only a fraction of the size of Stephanie's he liked it much better, but he couldn't quite figure out why. In addition to its larger size, Stephanie's had its magnificent view over Lake Michigan, while Sandy's, a low-rise, just looked out on a quiet residential street.Suddenly, he understood. Stephanie's was decorator-dramatic: beautifully done by an expensive decorator for a dramatic effect which had been achieved. Sandy's, on the other hand, was also exquisitely decorated but. And she knew it.“I’ve been good. What’s good with you, Lillian?” I said.“Just working, trying to get through school,” she said. “And you? You want to see someone in particular or…”Lillian was an aspiring beautician. She was one of those girls that I went crazy for, but eventually just had a good relationship with. Nothing more. Nothing less.“Yeah… you know if Charlie’s here?” I said.“You and a lot of guys. She got you, didn’t you?” Lillian read the look on my face. “Yeah, she did. The power of.