They lead us from downtown quite away and we realized we had no idea where they lived. I just kept my eyes on the road and kept thinking about what wa...s under those tiny black leather shorts as Jill chattered away about Paul. “Oh my god Jake. He can dance so well, I bet he fucks so well too. You’ll get to see him move that sexy body – oh fuck, did you see his body? – as he pounds the shit out of me. I bet he makes me cum so hard.” With that she had one hand up her dress playing with her clit as. !’ Yelling, as the music has finally eased up, as I lower my tone, ‘they are always packed, and it doesn’t matter what day it is it anything,’ I’m now talking in my normal voice. ‘Oh, that makes sense, I was wondering later…,’ Kate starts to ask, as a waitress approaches us. ‘Hello,’ in a very cheery voice the waitress say, ‘what can I get you?’ In a southern accent. ‘Um,’ looking at the menu, not really sure, ‘do you have any lemon?’ The waitress looks at me with a confused look, ‘yes, we do.’. The yellow paint was complemented by flower appliqués. Even the couple of times I was hurt, and it was always minor, she never said a thing. She’d just follow me to the base hospital and sit stoically while Doc Koinet patched me up. The only exception was last January when I returned, bloodied, bandaged, and late, from the mission to the Congo.“No more combat for me, Princess.” he said soothingly into her hair.Trying to lighten the mood he said, “Maybe when our visit to Grandma Anne in Lodi is. I know that they’re both going to take me, like they have before. And they know it, too. But how, I’m not so sure.The anticipation is almost too much to bear. They are both watching me all evening, touching me all evening. But nobody else sees it.Drinks, chatting, socialising. Everyone else in the room is oblivious. But I know. I’m wet. I’m waiting. I can hardly wait.My husband. His friend. Both wanting me, and me wanting them. The night gets late and people start to leave. Finally, we are.