Did you have sex with all of them?”“Yes.”“Even the girl?”“Yes.”“So why didn’t you kill me?”Lori looked up at her and wanted to tel... her it was because she loved her. Because she would never harm her, but that wasn’t exactly true was it? She had hurt her and wasn’t sure if she would hurt her again. “I don’t know.”“Jesus, Lori.” Harriet pulled her hair on top of her head again and let her head fall back.Lori watched her best friend and followed the line of her long lean neck, down across to chest. I walk up to the ticket counter, present my bag and the porter delivers the greatly lighter diplomatic box. I show my diplomatic passport and they issue my boarding pass without a problem.Dasha, Mira and Ira, do likewise then we head to the waiting area for our flight, find seats for the four of us and begin the wait for the flight... It’s so fricken-fracken good to be done with the stupid burka! If I had to wear that medieval torture device much longer, I was going to go crazy! I look at Mira. Gene stared blankly out the window, gun in his lap.Georges got agitated, "fucking move, fucking fucks! Goddamn, we gotta run here! Move!" He lowered his window and shouted out, "Move, goddammit, move!"The radio crackled, "everything ok back there, Georges?"He responded, "not yet. Can't we go any faster?" Working on it."Georges grumbled and Gene wondered if they were ever going to get to their destination."Look at this asshole, he's getting a blow job!"Gene looked out to where they passed a red. I hoped she was wearing those stockings again. I reached the dark and echoing corridors of the gym and broke into a jog, nearing the music room at last. No one would be here today, on the last week before Christmas. A grin spread across my face. What music we would be making, I wondered. At last I found the music room and the light was on behind the door. My heart jumped in my chest and my cock throbbed. I barrelled through the door, almost kicking it open, and stopped dead in my tracks. There.