Denise had been hurting, and Stan had done his best to relieve that hurt. He grinned. He thought he’d relieved it multiple times… But now they had... to go to work. Stan got up, grabbed the bowls, cups and cutlery and quickly washed them up. With two women to please, he’d quickly found that keeping the place tidy was preferable to having both of the women in his life jabbering at his ear. Denise wiped them dry and Stan put them away. He turned to see Denise regarding him with a smile, then she. I wanted to be fucked. It was as simple, and as basic, and uncomplicated as that. I wanted to be wanted. I wanted not love, but lust. I wanted to be taken and fucked, and fucked like a whore; hard, without gentleness; I wanted to swept along on a wave of pure, unadulterated, human lust; and here in front of me was this considerably younger (black) man who, I could tell from the way he looked at me, was as eager to do that as I was.Lowering my voice so that only he could hear, I said, looking. We are trying to save this woman."There were no thoughts I could recognize. Maybe she didn't understand my words. I didn't sense an inordinate amount of fear. Not enough to cripple her. I tried again."She was trapped under the rubble there," I told her, nodding towards the bank of fallen machinery. "Do you understand?" Yes, Sir," she responded. "I understand. I will not attack you."I released her, watching her closely as she sat up groggily, rubbing her neck. Kip had moved her sword out of. " Yelled Claire, carrying a few beers as hefollowed her into the family room.The girls were now nestled in with the guys, watching the second half ofthe game as Mark spotted John. He walked over and stood next to him asthere was no room on the love seat sized couch where John and Claire'sboyfriend sat, or in any other seat with everyone crammed into the room."Here honey. Relax, you could use a break I bet," said Claire, as shehanded Mark a beer. "It's exciting and stressful at the same time.