””No, it’s nice,” she went on, “my husband does it too soft...guess he’s getting older and has spent his life in an office.” Trying to s...ay something nice, I said, “Well by the looks of this place and the girl he married it has worked out for him.” “That’s sweet of you to say but just because a man can afford something doesn’t mean he knows how to take care of it. Know what I mean?”I think I did know what she meant, but it was feeling a little bit like a trap. I stuttered to find the right words. "You're such a dirty cow. Look what he's done to my dress. It's soaking." Don't worry about it. At least you won't forget tonight in a hurry. What a lovely fucking prick he had. I wish I'd had it in my mouth."I should have known what her response would be, so I just stood up and went to the toilets to try to clean up a little. I went to the back of the hall and walked down the corridor to the Ladies."I've been looking for you," a voice said behind me. I turned and saw one of the bouncers who'd. She turned me down, said she had a sore ankle. I nodded and went back to my table. A bit later I asked Meryl Childers to dance; she said maybe later. I guessed that my bud's assessment of my worthiness was not as accurate as he thought. At any rate, my ego sufficiently dented, I just decided to get really sloshed.I was into my fourth manhattan when she came up to me. "Dance with me Uly," she said. She was so beautiful; I wanted to cry—again."No, Pen, wouldn't want to upset good 'ole Herbert.. ” Kevin only smiled and a wild look flashed in his eyes. “What do you expect Jenny?” He asked. “You tell me flat out that you don’t want to fuck me, but you come into my van and fuck my friends. And the entire time, I watched you never once invited me to join in your little fun. I only had myself up in the front seat. Jenny, a good little girl would have been nice enough to invite me to join. But a bad dirty slut like you....” Kevin was inches away from Jenny’s face. “A bad little.