On a deeper level, a level glimpsed only fleetingly and inadequately, the sex was about security. Or insecurity. His fucking Catherine, and I use that...word deliberately dear reader, was to reassure his frail ego and tenuous grip on reality that she was real and loved him and was his.Catherine would tell you that he was not always a compassionate lover. No, Dante was often not gentle and took his pleasure whenever and however he pleased. She would tell you he was mostly rough, indifferent to her. His arms were strong and muscular from years playing the bass. She wondered how his fingers were... She was on her 6th drink by the end of the show and spent most of the show trying to tease the bass player from the crowd. She would raise her drink to him when he looked hot and sweaty, only to take it away when his mouth reached down for the straw. Finally he reached the straw with his full, pink lips before she was able to pull the drink out of his reach, and he emptied the entire glass in one. Don’t get bitchy with someone who was doing his best to try to help you save your asses from yourselves.The girl that had come over from the food court pulled me into a hug before saying, “As much as I really want you to show me how a decent boy can give a girl pleasure, like I have heard you do very well, I still have way too many issues to deal with after what those jerks did to me. Maybe sometime after next Christmas you can pencil me in. Now if you happen to need another body to teach a guy. She felt behind her and removed the beer bottle, her body weak and tired from the abuse. Trying to collect herself, she looks over and sees this monster of a man leering at her from the doorway. Bear. “When they bring bitches in here, I’m usually first!” he said. ”My, you are a petite thing arent you?” Bear stands at the edge of the bed and grabs her ankles and rolls her onto her back. “You had boys fucking you, now you’re gonna see what a man can do!” Bear exclaimed. He pulled Debi so that her.