Jamie’s mouth dropped wide open. Gray looked like he was having a hard time breathing. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before he finally ...poke. “Oh, God, Jamie. I’m so sorry.” He had tears running openly down his cheeks. “Why did you do it, Gray? Why did you say those things?” Jamie was crying too. Gray reached out towards him, but Jamie flinched away. “God, babe, I don’t know.” I cringed at the endearment, hating it. I wanted to tell Gray that Jamie was mine now but I knew that. Stacy was always up to see tits so at the first opportunity we were there. The girlsat the this club are so much more attractive than the local club girls from our area. We both got lap dances and Stacy made out with a couple girls, it was a goodnight. The club was advertising an amateur night thenext day. Stacy was always too afraid to try that locally, here the alcohol washed away all her inhibitions. All I could think about was watching my sweet little 5'2" white girl showing everything she. The twins pointed out their bags. Jim grabbed one in each hand. They were heavy, but Jim managed to lift them without any apparent strain, something that wasn’t lost on the twins.“This way, ladies,” Jim said, leading the way down the path to the boat house.“We know,” one of the twins said, “we’ve been here before.” They looked at Jim’s backside as he walked ahead of them down the path, then at each other. They smiled. Debbie had told Susan about her relationship with Jim and what a fantastic. The walk home was only three blocks, and it was through what was considered a safe neighborhood. Unfortunately, Barabbas "Monk" Monkton, leader of the Satan's Swordsmen Riding Association, happened to be tooling down that same street on his iron steed.He brutally raped and sodomized Marianne and might have done even worse had not neighbors, alerted by her screams, called the police. Based on her description, Monkton was arrested all right, but ten of his fellow gang members adamantly insisted.