‘I don’t want to know. Get out!’ She yanked the ring off of her finger and threw it at him. ‘Get out now! Get out of my house. Get out of my l...fe! Go find yourself a cougar divorcee or screw some little sorority slut. Just leave me the hell alone!’ Resting her weight on the arm she had braced against the wall, she somehow managed to push him with all the built-up rage and pain, right out the door, slamming it with satisfaction in his face. Throwing the crutches across the room, she slid to the. . so damn sexy. It really seemed to increase the incidents of spontaneous intimacy that she shared with her lovers. Just the day before, Abigail had gotten a view probably just like Wendy's a second ago. Instead of yanking up on Allison's thong, Abigail jerked her jeans down without warning, pushed her over so her elbows rested on the dresser, yanked the panty's crotch to the side and ate Allison to a screaming orgasm. Then, while Allison stood panting and quivering, Abigail innocently fixed. Her long slender neck drew my eyes lower to her barely concealed cleavage, not overly large breasts, but in stunningly perfect harmony with her figure, her obviously excited nipples jutting out in full swollen glory. She had a ripped up tank top falling half off her shoulders with our bands logo emblazons across the front, torn just below our emblem to reveal the tightest waist I’ve ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on and a low slung hip hugging black leather mini skirt. Slightly south the. Strip for us."I looked at John. He can't be serious, right? John didn't seem to believe it either. But we were wrong."Joy, take off your clothes," Soren said impatiently. I bristled at that.Soren retrieved his gun from the table and continued. "If I have to ask you again, I will kill your beloved partner," Soren picked up his gun and pointed it at John.John's look softened. He was pissed but now worried about me.I believed Soren. John was not going to die today and not because of me. But maybe.