"How did you hurt your hand, Commander?"Early that morning Michael Partenza had been absently brushing histeeth and staring into the mirror in the bat...hroom. He had not reallybeen thinking about anything in particular when, suddenly theattractive brown haired, blued eyed woman with the toothbrush stickingout of her mouth in the mirror struck him as the wrongest thing in theworld. That was not him. He should have been looking at a mid thirtiescrew cutted navy man with a touch of five O' clock. “Nai nai. Chalo na..” I replied.She took a lantern in her hand and we both walked around in the darkness. I felt a cold sand on my legs as I was walking bare foot in the dark with her. She showed me the whole place till we both came to the main gate which was closed now. We could hear someone groan loudly near the Main Gate. We then peeped out of the small opening there. What we saw was quite shocking. The Night Security Guard was all naked and pounding another guy in his ass. The security man. It displeases me and I loathe myself, but for better or worse, I'll always be the monster who ate the corpses of dead women."Another small step, unconsciously and nervously done, and she slipped a button of her dress, high up, just below her chin. Then she refastened it, her eyes lowered. "You drive a hard bargain, monsieur. You want everything. I see it in your eyes. Not just my dress ... but my body ... my breasts..."I said nothing, thinking of the oil running upon Christine's skin and her. I saw her eyes squint slightly. She said cautiously, “I’m not sure I want to open myself to being judged.”Felicia frowned, “I don’t understand what you mean.”Van said, “Look at me – and Anna. We’re dressed like sluts. We know we’re going to be fucking a lot of men the rest of the weekend, and further, we like that and our boyfriends don’t mind, because they’ll be getting other pussy. You are dressed well and expensively. You are not sluts, but society women with important positions and friends.