"NO! Ha. No! Who the fuck does she think she is, coming in here dressed like that, legs on show, skirt tight on her ass, then tells guys no. "Fuck off...!" he said, grabbing her T-shirt in both fists and tearing it open, revealing a matching black satin bra which he snapped at the centre and pulled to the sides. "Is it fucking worth wearing a bra love?" he laughed, as he reached up to tweak the nipples of her gnat bites. "Won't get a fucking tit wank out of them!" He shuffled up to her face,. I then turned to Mike and told him what had happened in the pool. Mike questioned me about the event and finished by asking would I like to be fucked by Ben? I know the look on my face gave me away but Mike didn’t get angry. And as Mike then fucked me I didn’t think any more that night.Mike and awoke the next morning and Mike said he was feeling under the weather and was going to stay in bed so I went down to breakfast and found Sam sitting alone. Ben had gone off to play golf. Sam and I. It was then that I knew the energy. It wasn't love. Not really. But it was what drove love, our need for it, our joy in discovering it. The primal need to be with others of our kind, to be accepted – for survival. Survival of the individual and of the species. It was the long lost vestiges of the prehistoric human Pack instinct. That was why it had connected Tramp and I, how it had been able to. I had been trying to force my will into the dog and when I touched him, the like instincts, the. ” She told me. (July is Sofia’s good friend). I was originally going to be home alone tonight but maybe not after all. “So that’s it? You can’t just be going with someone else?” I asked trying to help her find out what to do. “I don’t really party with my other friends. I guess I’ll just stay home then.” She said. “I don’t think it’s gonna be as funny as partying. But anyway we should get some dinner.” I replied.We went up to the kitchen and I got a pot and filled some water in.“Is pasta okay”.