Her knees buckled and she placed her hands down on the surface of the sink block to support herself. Excitement and fear gripped her. He treated her l...ke shit. Like his own personal piece of meat. She knew she shouldn’t meet him there. She also knew she would. Remembering his explosive strength, his sudden fury, she turned to look at the destroyed door. And then she saw it, the dildo lying on the floor, glistening wet with her juices. She moved in quickly, inhaling the strong scent of sex, and. On this day, having drawn me with her arm round my waist close to her, when she kissed me I felt the very same odour of breath that I had observed in Mrs. Benson. She too was languid that day and complained of headache. I also observed a dark line under her eyes, and on afterwards observing Mrs. B., saw precisely the same — so I became convinced they were unwell from the same cause. Mrs. B. had told me that most women were so at the full of the moon — which was then the case.The next day my. “Those little sneaks,” Sandy whispered, “I’ll bet they took that beer out of my fridge!”“You have a fridge?”“Um, yeah. Don’t you?”“Hell, no! How do you rate?”She shrugged, “I don’t know; maybe it’s because I’m over twenty-one and I can put beer in it.”“You are? Oh, yeah, I guess I knew that. I keep forgetting I’m just a kid. But I don’t see what that has to do with being allowed a fridge.”Sandy reached a hand between his legs, rubbed the bulge in his crotch, and giggled, “Some kid! Now,. ”“I mean me. Why did you bring me here?”“I asked you if you wanted ice cream too, and you said yes.” This time her tone didn’t sound quite so genuine.“You know what I mean,” he said.“I don’t know,” she said. That sounded uncomfortable.“I don’t want pity,” he said. It was his mantra.“I can’t help but feel some of that,” she said. “Nobody could look at your situation and avoid that.” The way she said it made pity sound like a natural consequence of being human. “I think I feel guilty, a little.