Okay! Open the gate.’ Suffering from starvation and driven mad by the smell of the molasses in the air a wild boar, proudly holding its tusks high, ...kidded through the mud into the pen. It slid to a stop in front of Pretty Boy and began to snuffle at his molasses-coated genitals. Ignoring the agony, Pretty Boy tried to defend his sex organs by slapping at the boar with his hands even though they hung uselessly from his destroyed wrists but the boar, undeterred and enraged by Pretty Boy’s. I insisted on paying the driver and Thomas went to the back of the car to unload his luggage. The driver’s stare told me that my nipples were hard and I smiled to myself, making sure to give him an eyeful. I felt my entire body tingle at his attention and I was thankful that I decided to wear panties for a change. Thinking that somehow the innocent driver would be an outlet for the lust I felt boiling up inside of me, I made sure to “accidentally” brush his arm with my breast as I handed him. And, I could tell by the look of her, as she stood, that she was just skin and bones. This was not good. We made it the one block up and one more over to the donut shop. We took a table with fixed chairs in the back — I hate fixed chair seating, but it's what they had. "Hot chocolate?" I said. She nodded. I ordered two and a couple of chocolate éclairs; this girl needed the calories. I paid and brought them back to her. She was rubbing her hands together desperately trying to warm up. I. I don't know what had happened between her and Phil but the truth is I didn't care, I had an opportunity to make her mine and I was going to take it. The days couldn't pass quick enough, until finally, Saturday was here. All week I'd thought about this night and finally here it was. I was like a c***d on Christmas, full of hope, excitement and brimming with energy. I couldn't contain myself and decided I'd head up to Amy's earlier than planned just to make sure I arrived on time. On the drive.