It was a typical April Friday, the weather was warm and Betsy was heading to the train station to pick up her daughter M. Emily had to attend a Sunday... birthday party for her best friend and visit her summer employment as she would be out of school in New York City in a few weeks.Lurking in the train station were professional perverts Jake and Bo. They were addicted to their lifestyle which was to find prospective targets and ruin their lives, by seduction, rape and usually death. They were in. “Hey!” I bark, loud enough to get her attention over the war-like clatter of cheap metallic bowls and raging voices all around us. She turns back, tired eyes blinking through a haze of cigarette smoke. “What?” “I said no coriander.” I give the bowl a poke to highlight my point. It slides a few inches across the table. Her sour face creases, as if to ask: Where the hell do you think you are? It’s the same question I’ve been asking myself for the past month. And the answer: I’m right back where. I had never felt something so powerful in my entire life; I felt a deep coiling feeling in the pit of my stomach, nothing I had ever felt before, as he teased my sensitive nub the feeling escalated to an almost painful level, my breathing became so ragged and wild I felt sure I might pass out. But then there was no other thought in my mind other than the waves of heart crushing relief as I exploded. He had tipped me over an edge I hadn't known had existed, and I screamed out his name as I. As a joke once I hid all of her panties ,I figured she would say something but she didn't so I wanted to see how long she would go before she asked where her undies were. We were invited to go out to eat with her boss and his wife ,their treat. I knew it would be somewhere expensive so we had to dress nice. Andrea showered first so while she was getting ready I took my shower. When I came in our bedroom after my shower I saw Andrea setting at her makeup table doing her eye makeup. She was.