Being on bottom, being tossed around…sure, she had done that, who hadn’t? But being commanded to do something, even so simple as changing clothes?... It made her throat tight for reasons she couldn’t truly explain, and forced her hands to fumble as she began to strip away the garment bag. As it fell away the outfit inside fell into her palms, and her blushing cheeks turned up into a huge, geeky grin as she looked what was there for her. ‘…oh, you’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me,’ she murmured to. During their ordeal John had sported a rampant erection, revelling in his victim `s discomfort and fears. He now tried to interest the women in relief but was refused by his mother on the grounds he was “a sadistic bastard and because of the jam and wasps he had no chance!” he turned to Ellie, who in solidarity with his mother, said, “she would rather screw Eric!” his somewhat chastened reply was a scornful “yeh if you can wake him!” To which she regarded him for a moment with a long serious. Finally, fromthe corner of his right eye, he could see the approaching silhouettegetting clearer and clearer until he saw a tall, balding man with awhite goatee in a dirty, dark green trench coat standing in front ofhim.And then he remembered.---He was picking up a calzone from a pizza place he found out about theday before, when he saw an old man sitting in a curb drinking. He lookedskinny, quite dirty, with a white goatee in a dark green trench coat. Hewas just sitting there, drinking, and. ”This girl that I’d become good friends with was much more attractive than she realized. “Amy, you’re smart, funny, kind … and beautiful and sexy.” It was hard for me to add that last word – I didn’t know how she’d take it.She smiled a little. “Thanks, I never feel very pretty or sexy. It’s only in my fantasies that I feel attractive.”This had been a good conversation so far, becoming much closer to the girl I already felt very comfortable with, but her mention of fantasies perked me up.