Though, I know I was pretty drunk by then. I emptied my bladder and returned to the room I was in before. I grabbed my toga and stared at it. Hot tear...s welled up in my eyes, and burned down my cheeks. What was I thinking coming to a frat party and fucking a random stranger or two? I put my face into my hands wept. I had never had a one-night stand before and the shame of my stupidity added to my poor decisions. Owen entered the room and exclaimed, “Hey! What’s wrong?” “I’m not a slut,” I. Tanya knew it was the ultimate taboo, but as long as nobody found out, neither she nor Elliott were going to complain.But now Elliott’s bullies were there, and things had changed. They’d let her know that if things didn’t go as they wanted, she, and especially Elliott, would suffer for it. She knew deep down that the look in Jamal’s eyes told her otherwise, that they wouldn’t really harm either of them. But both she and Jamal knew it was a ruse they were both playing, allowing her a justifiable. It was too far away for me to see clearly, so I'll revisit it later. I returned the sight blob back to me (I've got very good at that over the last several weeks, so it's instantaneous now). Then it was just a matter of finding where the hard disks were in this room, which I did by interrupting their pleadings to say, "For the good of your immortal souls, where are the hard disks in this room?"), waiting until they'd pointed, then knocking all the staff out at the same time. I didn't want any. .. Get out, you crude bastard!... I never want to see you again!... You're like all men... All you're interested in is what's between a woman's legs... All you want is a fast fuck!... I hate you... GET OUT!... She closed her eyes against the pain of remembrance. Why, oh why had she said those things? Chris was the last guy in the world interested in a fast fuck! He had proved that to her over and over again. And she still loved him. She thought now that perhaps she loved him more than ever. But.