I just nodded in reply to his comment, taken back by the presumption that I am a slut but quite turned on. My hand shifted to his thigh and we mutuall... stroked each other's legs, feeling his eyes staring down my dress at my 'pushed up' boobs. 'What the fuck am I doing here' I asked myself."Would you like to ..." his head intently nodded towards the prominent bulge in his Pyjamas. The hand which I was stroking his leg with slowly slipped up to his groin area and I was greeted by a slender piece. His office right next to the statue, Harold burst out at the sound of the scream. He saw the woman who had sounded off, still unable to contain her voice. She was pointing to the statue, and when his eyes fell to it, his stomach dropped. Not only did the horror and audacity of such an act destroy any confidence he had, he cursed himself for not seeing it earlier. He had been so preoccupied on his way to the office that he had somehow missed the dead body strung up in the center of town.“Jeb!. .. Donia, stop it,” James hissed firmly but very quietly. His eyes didn’t leave the woman but they did widen and he became quite horrified, as the spots grew bigger, angrier and now looked like huge boils on the skin of the woman.The woman scratched at one of the blisters on her arm, making it popped. Pus and blood oozed out of the wound. She squealed again in horror before she turned and fled. Her squeals turned into screams as she ran trying to scratch everywhere at once as she did.The other. It just so happened that he left the party a minute after I did and he saw me having trouble putting the key in the car door lock. I was crying so hard that I could hardly see. He came over to help me and one thing led to another and I ended up at his apartment and in his bed. He screwed me five times before I had to leave and come home. I was fine after that. Oh I did feel guilty and I cried a lot over the fact that I had betrayed your trust, but the frustration was gone, the irritability was.