Not that day. I wasn’t done with her.“You idiot!” She started saying, her voice breaking but still trying to keep the tough act, while I noticed... her shoulders trembling, “The center of this table is glass! I could’ve…”I leaned over, grabbed her by the straps of her tank top, “You fucking, useless, spoiled brat…” I snarled between gritted teeth, feeling my face burning. The scared face she had on while I did so didn’t help me contain myself at all. Much the opposite.I initially tried to pull her. They heard the door clatter some-one had slipped in, but in the glare of the set lights the women could not see who had taken a seat after shaking off a raincoat. over in the dark rest area The camera returned, a fresh film in place, the men took their places and after a pause the call, “ready” received a round of nods, then “Action!” Oliver stepped forward, lifted a sagging left breast slipping the claw of a clamp over the semi-stiff nipple, her eyes never left his face, as he began twisting. Or bother you.”“Yes, sort of. But your father told me your name was Rich, not Rod.”“Rod is a nickname. R-O-D are my initials: Richard Orwell Davis.”“Oh, I see. Look Rod, I’m sorry. But I have a prominent job in the school system. It would not be very good if a rumor got started that I picked up a college boy for anal sex.”There was an awkward silence as they stood there looking at each other for a long moment.“I thought about you a lot after that,” he said. “I went to the cabin looking for you. Rebecca was responding, and he saw the signs he knew so well. A hand slipped under her blouse, and the garment was gone. There was no rage this time, only fear. Like a man watching his team fumble around as the clock ticked away, like a captain forced to watch his ship sink, so he watched now as a hand slipped under her skirt. Now she writhed, and worked back. The man's shirt was gone, and he helped with his own pants. He skirt was around her waist, and her panties pushed aside.A sudden gag.