He pulled me closer with his hands on my hips. As his lips pressed against mine, he sat on the bed and pulled me by my thighs on his lap. God, I love ...when he grabs my thighs. My hands traced down, tongue still wrestling his, and found his belt. He paused the kiss to stare into my eyes, then kissed me again as I felt his hands pull my shirt off, and went around back for my bra. I had his belt undone, pulling the zipper down, and he slipped off his jeans. He pulled me on the bed now, climbing. He kept up a stream of obscene abuse and a steady rain of slaps and punches as we dragged the women into a sitting room and began the task of stripping them bare. She tried to buy us off.'I'll give you money, credit cards, anything!' she wailed between blows. 'Only, please, stop this -- this... !''That's real nice of you, you fucking cow, but we're gonna take it anyhow, soon as we've finished fucking you and your slutty kid!' responded Turk. He tugged the tattered remains of the top of her. Thanks to a great composer and lyricist, Jim Steinman. When I was stuck trying to write this story, and about to let it all go overboard, there was Bonnie Tyler belting out Mr. Steinman’s masterpiece–and everything was all right. One more time I gratefully acknowledge earlier technical assistance from SA Penn Lady and Yes_Please. As they didn’t read this story, they aren’t technical editors/advisors strictly speaking, but their past help has been invaluable. Finally, of course, I am solely. And their team, well Henry and Jennifer, are the winners for the evening. The adrenaline of winning and the drinks help the winners ride out of the pub in a happy daze.Loving goodbyes are given to Mark and Brian as they fall into separate cabs for their journeys home or somewhere. Mark and Brian’s ride ends with a sedate evening at home. But for the other couple, it is not until Monday evening that they hear a report from Jennifer.oOoJennifer is bubbling over with excitement when she stops by.