Crudity had never been his style, although in the bedroom it was different. His erection grew harder as he thought of the blonde in his bed talking di...ty to him. The idea that she wanted him to fuck her turned him on and to be told this turned him on even more. His thoughts wandering he did not realise he was being spoken to until he was nudged causing him to spill his drink. Annoyed he glared at the person responsible.“Watch what your doing.” He said.From backstage Kelly watched as Kay Leigh. " I thought that you just had Faith's sense of style." She likes leather too much." Give it time, besides we know you'll look great in it."After a while both of them went to bed, Faith tossed and turned for awhile before drifting away into sleep. Soon she was walking through ahouse. She had never been there before, but it felt strangely familiar.All the doors to the bedrooms were locked but she managed to find theliving room with no problem. She looked around and found a few pictures,one was. "I guess neither of us has forgotten," she whispered."I haven't," Rhonda said, swallowing uncomfortably."You look stunning," Laura said under her breath, trying not to look at Rhonda too hungrily.But it was difficult. Even though Laura preferred her sleek black beauties, and never even looked twice at a blonde, Rhonda was an exception. She had shimmering golden hair, the blooming peach sort of complexion that some lucky blondes had, and a body to make men (and certain women) drool. She looked a. Like during the war. Our fathers and mothers fought for the Motherland, not for the Party or Stalin. The new generation scoffs at the concept, I know, but when we had to fight, we fought for something older than the Party and Stalin.” Oleg looked thoughtfully at the balding man with fleshy cheeks and a poker-still expression, between mournful and thoughtful. “If you wish. Of course, that anti-Party line would get you killed then. We kept our mouths shut and did what we were told to do.” Lev.