“A filthy little whore wants it in her filthy little hole, doesn’t she?” I grin at Laurie, and she nods enthusiastically. “Tom,” I say, lyi...g back into my arm of the couch, and sliding my hands between my legs, “fuck your little sister’s asshole.” I expected Tom to ease her into it. I expected him to bend her over, and push in slowly until she acclimated to the pressure. That’s how every partner I ever had did it when I was feeling frisky with my backdoor, but that’s not what Tom does. Tom. She then asked if we could try to be friends. I thought she was sincere and said so. I left after the trainee did the routine maintenance and tests.About 3 weeks after that I ran into Deb while I was having an after-work O’Doul’s at a downtown bar. When I saw her some of the old feelings returned. When she saw me I waved her over and said; “Can a friend buy a friend a beer?”She laughed and said, “No, but white wine would be nice.”I apologized for my anger. I told her of my hurt that she had. Despite the gore of her own body, her pain-weakened mind and that incredible orgasmic flood only left her one viable solution.Closing her eyes, she teleported a blasting cap deep into her ruined belly and ignited it. She closed her hands over her gut in agony as she came again.She looked down at herself. She was so covered with blood that she couldn't even see her skin. There were huge holes blown in her chest where her breasts had been. Her torso was a mass of unidentifiable blood-soaked raw. Maybe ten ... running at the same even pace when we came around the twelfth lap. “Keep going! Same pace!”The guy next to me looked over and I shrugged. We kept going. We’d done three miles in eighteen minutes. I knew the guy beside me could have run the 5k about two and a half minutes faster, but he wasn’t prepared for a fourth mile. When Jock flagged five of us on for another mile, we were all showing signs of wear. It’s a good thing he didn’t ask for a kick. None of us had one to give. He.