"Oh my," she sighed.I removed my hand from her knickers and gave her tits a final squeeze and then a farewell kiss.Back downstairs I've not been misse..., even though I must have been upstairs for a good fifteen minutes or so. In the next hour I won well over £50 to make up for my earlier losses. Sandy came in now and again to bring more booze and titbits and every time she did she gives me a funny look as if she can't believe what happened upstairs. Time to go, being sober I can drive and. The rationales seemed to come out in another voice, like an actress paid to give her best interpretation of my internal monologue. And while it was me, some sickening turn in my stomach told me that there was no way I would really consider finishing my run.Even as my legs started moving on the trail...The thing didn't stop at my thigh, easily sliding underneath my thin running shorts.My blonde ponytail brushed against the back of my shoulders as I ran, blocking out my thoughts. There were two. Mia was generally well liked at school and had a lot of friends with the same interests. Her best friend was Carly Flemming. They had been inseparable since the first grade. Carly lived two blocks away from Mia and when Mia wasn't at her house, she was usually at Carly's house. They had other friends, but their loyalty was always to each other first and foremost. That's why Carly felt a strong obligation to let Mia know about all the rumors she had been hearing."Now don't get upset Mia," Carly. As Buckley bent down to pick up the keys, Azalea came into view and wave a shame washed over James. He knew it was wrong, looking at the ragged woman sitting quietly in the cell. There something very surreal about the whole situation. The woman was not normal. James had known some strong women in his life, but in a situation like this, most people would have cried, begged or even pleaded for their lives by now. Lord knows he would have begged by now — but not this woman. Azalea looked at him.