“I don’t like to see a girl roughed up. She won fair and square. Let her go.”“Why don’t you just butt out and fuck off!” said the rough-...ooking one.“Why don’t you show some manners!”I snapped the pool cue in two, rapping one guy around the head and parrying another in the stomach. The third guy lunged at me. I side stepped his punch and round housed him, making him crash into the wall. I grabbed the girl by the wrist and dragged her out of the door.“Run! They won’t stay down for ever!”We. " That must have been really scary. Weren't you just terrified someone would see you?" Heather asked."It was exciting, sure enough. But we were just as turned-on as we were scared. By the time we got to our clothes, we were all horny as toads. If a boy had seen us, we probably would have raped him." Since I didn't want to name names, I hoped no one demanded more details of my adventure, so I tried to change the subject."Who saw us?" I asked Heather."A girl in my homeroom said she had gone out. . . toned arms, a hardened six-pack, the notorious V trailing from his stomach, the happy trail of light brown hair. . . I can feel myself grow wet at the thought, making it even easier to slip one of my fingers inside. I gasp. God, it’s been way too long. My mind wanders back to Kaleb as my fingers slowly pump in and out. His lips crush down on mine, his hands run across my breasts, gently pinching my nipples. I imagine the way he grabs my hips, pulling me towards him. My fingers rub. My heart is beating ... no, pounding ... and my hands feel damp and sweaty. I wish I had brought my grapefruit knife for security and protection but it was too late. I checked my watch as I stepped out of the glass lift; I would be forty-five seconds late. I enter the corridor and look for number 44; the blue door is to my left.I close my eyes, and count to three; I have butterflies dancing in my stomach. I feel scared but excited. I go to knock on the door, but it swings open from my touch and.