Orat least, I didn't think so.She only briefly seemed shocked. The shock abated so quickly and turnedinto rage. As they say, "hell hath no fury like a... woman scorned".Apparently my 'little hobby' had been scornful. As the shock went andthe rage started, she started screaming at me ? what'd I'd call"kitchen-sink" screaming ? I mean, everything came out... all at once,in a fitful rage... all triggered by my 'little' hobby.All around, she was either stomping, slamming, kicking, or. I had given her much more than she could handle. Karen and Karolyn knelt right down and started licking her chin and face to capture every drop. Then they both latched onto one of Kimberly’s breasts. I just assumed that a drop had landed there too. It was like watching those girls on Baywatch running in slow motion. Suddenly I was drained and weak in the knees. I sat down and was handed my first beer to finish. I guzzled that one and was handed the next one.As I worked on Karen’s bike and then. We stood on the pavement outside the club, all of the girls shivering in the dawn temperature. Very few clothes and a brisk wind blowing up the street. I think we all regretted at that moment our lack of sensible clothing.Out of nowhere a taxi approached, his availability advertised by the light on his roof.Carl flagged him down. Pulling into the kerb, Carl opened the front door and asked him to call a colleague to take the others to their respective hotels.Assured that a friend was on his way,. "Y... yes?" Judy stammered. "Do you mean us?" There seems to be a slight problem," Harry said, having gone through this scenario far too many times before."And what would that be?" Tracy asked, her voice surprisingly calm.Judy turned in surprise to look at her friend. She had half-expected the brunette's response would be to break out in tears, but her voice was quite steady. In fact, Tracy seemed to ooze confidence.The two security guards had seen all kinds, though. "The shirt you are wearing.
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