She raised her head, licked her lips."Hmm," she said thoughtfully. "That needs a little more attention. Stand up again and face away from me"She washe... his back paying his bottom particular attention. She rubbed the soap in his crease and then gently washed it pausing to tickle his sphincter and immediately round it. Mark groaned. She smacked his bottom."No complaining from you, young man," she said."I wasn't," Mark protested. "I was..."He was interrupted by another smack. "No complaining, I. Raina hailed a cab while they made their way home.Safely ensconced in her apartment, Raina whiled away the time with a bottle of wine and a vintage movie. Film Noir is one of her favorite genres because of the way it explored the darker side of human nature. Casablanca was her favorite and she opened a bottle of wine as the film flickered to life. Several glasses later, despite her intentions to call Dominique, she dozed off under the combined effects of the wine and exhaustion.Raina awoke at. And other stuff like that." A girl with a guitar doesn't sound like someone who could rock the house," said Jane doubtfully."Oh come on, Simone," pleaded Andrea. "I don't want to go all by myself." And why can't she?" wondered Jacquie, when Jane and I told her later about where we were going that evening."She's my sister," I explained."That's no fucking reason," said Jacquie angrily. "Me and Jane don't fucking do everything together, do we?"Jane and Jacquie both had something of a temper on. "Do you promise to be good?" Yes, dear," I said, attempting a smile. She kissed me before dashing up the stairs.The apartment was quiet and the mess we had witnessed in the kitchen had been picked up.Thinking Charlie and Angie were still asleep, we tiptoed to our bedroom door, which was open. Shirley took one look inside and leaped into my arms but not before we heard the shriek."Don't you knock?" Angie asked as she ran past us, dressed in low-slung panties and nothing more. Charlie, wearing.