. tell me you want it!" Oh, God... why... why do you need that, too?" He was taking everything from her--pride, morals, all of it!"I want to hear you ...eg, you stuck up little bitch! Beg!" A-all right," she sighed hopelessly, "do it to me... I-I want you to do it to me." Not like that. Say 'fuck.' Ask me to fuck you!" Fuck me... Oh God... yes, yes, fuck me!" she almost screamed it at him through her clenched teeth and tears streaked her face as she uttered the unforgivably obscene word. Her. Tumescent was the word someone told her.Her mother had anointed both men's long members and squeezed their scotums, and they had knelt and sworn their fealty as their huge male organs rose and then, right there on the steps, they had mounted and horsed two of her handmaidens, stood and backed away with the writhing girls impaled on their rearing horns, wrapped in their long legs. It had made the girl very wet between her legs and given her several nightmares.An hour later when Beatrice returned. "It will take about a minute for them to develop. Good luck, kids."With that, he was gone.Shelley and Rick waited and soon each had a picture of them together, the only incriminating evidence of their tryst. Rick had his arm around her. Both had goofy grins on their faces and bewildered looks in their eyes.The gate attendant made another announcement over the PA."Shit," Shelley said under her breath. "Last call for my plane ... Listen, Rick ... I—"He reached out and brushed the tears out of her. Sam though O'Grady's was pretty sophisticated, by East Carolina standards. It was a narrow storefront place with an impressive front-to-back carved oak bar. There were cloth-covered tables all about the stone-floored interior. There were Irish flags and other paraphernalia hanging from the rough brick interior walls that bordered a long row of wooden booths, built with tall backs for maximum privacy. Streams of light poured in from the eight-foot-tall, early-19th-century windows that looked.