Here's two aspirin." Give me four. I my head hurts like hell and my little girly parts...are sore. down there." So??? Come on!!! Give me the details! ...I'm waiting...!" Well, we got along really well at dinner. He was very nice in fact." So dinner was good, then what?" As soon as he got back to our room it's like he changed. He attacked me. It's not that I didn't like it, though. It's been a really long time for me and I needed to get fucked...hard." And, did he deliver the goods?" Yes he was. Wow, he was so handsome... ! "Honest... I've tried... even thought of them not knowing any better... ignorant, as you say, but..." she looked up at him, her flashing dark eyes rounded in question, "but even uneducated people know about fucking, don't they... ?"She might have shoved a white-hot, searing iron right between his legs, Mark headily reeled at her casual use of the graphic four-letter word, his swollen hardness jerking noticeably inside his pants-front! Goddamn, what was he doing out. I did decide that I wanted a second revolver—five shots were just not enough, even with the fast reloading I got with the S&W top break revolver.We camped beside the road that night in a place that Joe and Sam used regularly. They had enough food to share with me, and they even had enough coffee to go around. We sat there exchanging stories well into the evening. My stories were made from my adventures in other lives, but with changes in minor details to fit the local conditions.The next. I felt Creighton's hands at my jeans, pulling them open. He hadjust trapped me in this body, and now he was going to defile it. He wastrying to break me down with humiliation. He was trying to make himselfGod in my world so that I would be too terrified to resist his will. Irecognized these tactics of psychological manipulation, but I was still asvulnerable to them as anyone. "No!" I pleaded in utter terror. There was nothing else I could do. Creighton managed to pull my jeans down to my.