Slowly she sank to the floor, her back still against the door. Part of her wanted to cry, to scream out. Part of her kept telling her to yell to him t...o come back."What the hell is wrong with me?" she thought. "Why am I freaking out?"Bryan reached the command center and stepped inside. Derek was sitting at the table, which served as a sort of makeshift desk. He was scanning the channels on the radio, looking for any chatter to note. As their only source of non-local news, this task was taken. The flavour was different, but really not unpleasant.She excreted more - I ate that as well - by this time it was melting and the mess was quickly becoming quite fascinating, redolent of junior school and mud pies.A vaginal fart followed - this caused a splattering effect over my face and in my eyes - somehow I didn't care and Sam was now in the throes of the biggest orgasm for months.Totally beyond caring she dragged me out by the ears, kissed me and screamed that she wanted to be "Fucked --. .all right, you can wank me.' 'How nice of you to give me permission,' Daphne said sarcastically, standingup. Fred stared as his wife reached under her skirt and wriggled out of her knickersthat she dropped on the bed beside Fred. He saw they were burgundy colouredwith a dark lace band. 'Some more new knickers,' Daphne said conversationally and then giggled,her fingers to her mouth. 'Andy doesn't want me to call them knickers anymore,says it's not sexy so I have to say panties .' Daphne pulled. You probably guessed already I was taking her to Bennie's and just about everybody there would be a vet. Coming in there with me she'd be safer than in one of the five-star hash-houses downtown. But why spoil her fun? For some reason most women liked the feeling of danger even if it's only the perception of danger."I'm sure you'll cause a riot when we get there," I chuckled. For some reason she seemed to think that was funny.Pulling into the lot I parked next to a number of other old classics.