...that's where I remembered the woman's voice from. It was thevoice of 'Aunt Joan'. It had felt odd calling someone I just met myaunt. But she and my... mom had been best friends when they were little, soit wasn't like she was a complete stranger, even though she was to me.Plus Aunt Joan had gone out of her way to make us feel welcome andintroducing us to the rest of the congregation. As I was introduced tothe other kids, I found most of them called her 'Aunt Joan' too, whichmade me feel a little. "To breakups," she says. I repeat and touch my shot glass to hers and then we kick the drinks back. "Ack! That shit is strong!" She smiles at me. "Yeah, but thats how I like it," she slurs. I can tell that she's pretty out of it, especially as she tries to pull me onto the dance floor. "Come on," she pleas. "Don't be so...stiff." I sigh but give in. "One dance, but then I'm taking you home. I think you've had a little too much tonight."She pulls me out to the floor as a fast-beat song comes on.. A little grunt escaped me on ever other tap. ‘I’ll give you credit Kirsten, you’ve lasted longer than I expected.’ He pulled out the marker. ‘Darren’s’ was written on the inside of the thighs, and ‘A+ Cocksucker’ around my belly button. I felt him write on the back of my thighs. When he was done he informed me I had ‘Spank’ down the back of my left thigh, and ‘Me’ down the back of the right. He also drew a tribal pattern on my upper left arm. My blouse would cover it as long as I didn’t reach. She would beg them tofuck her . . . she knew she would, and the realization made her tremble even harderwith shock.“Nooooo!” Gail sighed, accepting the truth but not liking it one bit. She was starvedfor a man again and alcohol had nothing to do with it. At this aroused moment, Gailknew that she would have settled for any man at all. Her body wouldn’t care whowas caressing the firm mounds of her bosoms. Her lusting body didn’t care aboutanything except the satisfaction she’d feel if a.