O.b., mother-f-_-cker, or f-_-cking idiot is just that damn stupid, & sick, not to mention as I myself suspect he himself to be kind of demon-possesse...d, & especially whenever I myself can, or could possibly have that being of a mind's notion to either choke my chicken thinking about females as in women of born, & raised ones representing the opposite sex, or whenever I myself can, or could possibly watch porn being of which exploits that being of the intimacy, sensuality, or sexuality of female. He stepped back to admire the sensual sight of her erect nipples urgently at attention, pushing the soft fabric of her blouse out. He bent his head down, his mouth closing over the fabric protected nipple. She threw her head back, moaning, as he mewled at her breasts, teasing and touching. He allowed his hands to wander further down her body, down around her slim hips. She was wearing a long silk skirt that accentuated her lithe body. This womans body was her treasure, not so much her face. He. Im Angel, I think. Its so confusing here I sometimes wonder who I am. Al snorted. Who do you think you are? Angel got the impression the pony was making fun of her and leering at her at the same time. My mother and father call me Angel but a cat man said I was a slut. She wrinkled her nose at that. From what I know a Slut is a bad girl. She shook her head. Im not a bad girl&hellip,some bad things happened. I didnt want them to but they did. You must be talking about Stripe. Al nodded his. It had been a crap night at the Contessa,grand name but a dive of a club which was basically an old victorian town house that'd been turned into a gay(ish) night club that had plenty of dark areas where you could have a quick grope before the knuckldragger of a bouncer,(think Lurch from the Addams family),found you and put paid to any 'dirty business'. So after a pretty pointless waste of 20 odd quid,(this was the late 70s),I got my jacket and headed home.About half way home I needed a piss and.