They would hate me, but I could handle that. They would be so angry with me. Despise me.But not as much as I despised myself.I reached the bottom of t...e hill. The surviving soldiers had fled, leaving behind their dead. Some of their horses wandered around the grass. I approached one on silent steps. Light burst brilliant behind me, flooding across the plains. The horse neighed, snorting nervously.I seized a bridle. I mounted the warhorse, shifting on the shadow. I closed my eyes, drew in a deep. Lovely home cooked meal, Thai Beef Salad was one of his favourites good one there he thought. Nice red wine. The conversation had been lively and interesting. He had stolen several glances at Marianne, hopefully she hadn’t noticed. Her skirt had ridden a little high as they talked and when she gestured excitedly he could not resist looking into the shadows beneath. Hadn’t seen anything but God he had gotten a hard on and had to move quick to hide it. Marianne's top button on her blouse had come. “So you’re the reason my mom bought that new car! I see why mom chose that colour for the Royce!” The elevator doors opened and we stepped inside. He took a gold credit card just like mine and waved over a little laser on the elevator. And it shot the doors and went down.“What do you mean? She didn't really buy a brand new car for me to drive, right?”“Yeah, she did! I don't know why, she has never done it before! Maybe she likes you? I don't know!”I was getting more and more nervous about. ”Ping! “A friend of mine sent me the photos and told me your name and phone number. He’s the guy who took the photos I just sent. Most of them, anyway. They took pictures of you on other phones, too. You sucked him, as well as the other guys, Benjamin. More than you think.”“Oh, God,” he moaned. “This can’t be real.” Tremulously, he typed back: “How many guys was it?”Ping! “How many do you think?”Standing, Jason put himself away and zipped up. “These mother-fucking creeps!”Benjamin waved him.