He wanted to make love to her slowly--this would be their last time together after all--but his body seemed to be driven to a frenzy by the sights and... smells of the last few minutes.One of her fantasies floated up from memory, and it comforted him to think she might enjoy some role play first."I'm going to fuck you, you whore" he whispered in her ear hoarsely. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream" he paused a moment in thought, "No, I'm going to fuck you dead", getting down onto his knees in. I was grateful to have these friends/roommates in my life. A year ago we had all moved from Washington state to Portland Oregon. 3 guys and a girl all sharing an old 4 bedroom house in the city. Though it was in a seedier part of town, our days were filled with enjoying everything Portland had to offer, especially the bars. We were all heavy drinkers. Looking back, we drank far beyond excess. I suppose the alcohol had a big part to blame in the shenanigans that took place that night.After. “I think Paul is anxious to tie me up”, Jill giggled as she and Lisa each patted down their bodies with their towels.“I think so”, Lisa grinned. “So let’s go inside. Are you ready Jill?”“Ohh yeah, I’ve been thinking about this all day.”We went into our bedroom and I produced two lengths of rope each about 10 feet long and a smaller 3 foot rope. I explained to Jill that Lisa and I discussed this the night before and I would demonstrate two different Karada ties. One would be a traditional. By sundown he had convinced a Maryland company to take him on as a clerk and his name was back on the rolls. In the morning, he went looking for his old regiment.That very day two very fancy ducats to a grand farewell party for General William Howe arrived at the tall house in Philadelphia, addressed to Miss Anne Amelia Conroy and to her aunt in a flowery script with many curlicues. The carefully printed invitation, from the press that had once produced Continental currency, featured a view of.