There would be no bus trips away. There would be no acid experiments for him. There would be no nights of pain for either of us, and we would not be c...onfronted with reality and our hair would always be shoulder length and our faces forever unlined and our bodies graceful lilacs, and the Joel penis and my penis were so very happy and still firing and still a squirt or two here and there and the balance had been tipped, and the naid would win again, because she had to, and when we had swallowed. “I might as well tell you now. My dogs are very well trained, and if you so much as try to leave, or do anything else I don’t want you to, he—” he pointed to the dog who had remained at attention by the door. “—will kill you. Understand?”“Yes,” she murmured.“Very good,” he said. “now, get down over that stool.”The thing he referred to was a very queer implement; it was about a foot or so tall, and was basically just a wooden rectangle with padding across the top. I wondered what it was normally. Friday evening Alicia got a frantic call from a girl that needed a bag of weed for a party that she was going too. Then when she arrived she didn’t have enough money to pay for what she wanted. She had ten dollars but she wanted two bags of grass. That’s when Alicia told her that if she let me fuck her that I would cover the cost of the second bag. That was when they started making counter offers like one extra bag verses two extra bags of grass, a blowjob verses a fuck in her pussy, and. Hell, I touched up my garnet colored lip gloss often enough to arouse every man in this bar. It's just that the right man hasn't approached yet. I know he's seen me, but so far he seems content to just watch. Maybe he's gay. I almost laugh out loud at that thought, because you just wouldn't expect it from his appearance. If he doesn't come over soon I'll just choose someone else. I'd rather not have to settle tonight, but I am not missing out on this opportunity. I don't get away from the house.