Now that she was away from that awful girl Trudy cringed when she relived the experience in her mind. Trudy didn't want to be anyone's bitch... well, ...nless it was someone hunky like Rick. She wondered if she'd forgive Rick if he apologized to her for standing her up on their date.The pretty coed had pleaded illness to her mother and stayed home from school so she wouldn't have to face Gloria. Maybe if she stayed away for a few days the Chicana bitch would lose interest in her. If Rick would. If he was in doors most of the time, it was impossible. One part time analyst was not going to find a man except by blind luck. She had doubts there were any men left. There were no clues indicating there were any men left. She was afraid she had an extremely hopeless task ahead of her.During safer times she would have feared for her career, but with the hopeless way things were now, a career made little difference. She was just going through the motions like most of the other surviving. She turned her head until their mouths met and he began to kiss her deeply, his tongue probing between her lips while his fingers did the same to her pussy, stroking up and down, spreading her juices along her slit. Moving his body around, still holding her damp panties to the side, he pressed his now engorged head against her and he pushed, with a quiet grunt. Their mouths still together, she gasped, surprised by his insistence, his dominance. He began slowly, allowing her juices to coat his. “No we don’t need anything mom.” Alexis says.At 8:15, Alexis and I leave the house and head down the road, on foot, since the friend we were “visiting” lives a few blocks away by the park. When we reach the park, we go into the bathroom and change into very skimpy dresses, no bra no panties and our masks. Our masks are some cheap wrestling masks we purchased. We walk back to the house and stash the bag of our clothes by our bedroom window. Then we go to the front door ringing the doorbell.“Hey.