.The first slap forced a muffled sob from Chelsea. Then she bit her lip to try to keep from making any more noise than she could help. She truly did n...ot want to be discovered in this position and state of undress by any of her neighbors if she could avoid it - and if the sound of her behind being slapped, which sounded as loud as gunfire to her, didn't bring them out anyway. So she bit down hard, trying to hold in the grunts of pain as each blow landed and the whimpering that tried to force its. I shut the door. We are alone.I am on my knees. We both are. The van ceiling is low. It is quiet. You reach for the bottle. I hands over as I remain gazing at your cunt again. You tell me to have a seat, get comfortable, as you knee-walk toward the front. Plastic cups are on the passenger seat. Handing me one, you open the bottle. Pouring a generous amount of gin into the cup, you then hit the bottle against the cup. "Cheers, Khambrel." You swig from the bottle. I drink from my cup, never. She reverently took the stuffed bear off the shelf over Bobby's bed and held it to her chest. She could visualize the bear cradled in Bobby's arm as he slept. A lone tear fell down her cheek.Back in Leon's apartment, she sat on the couch staring at the bags, hugging the bear.The front door opened and Leon staggered into the apartment. Matilda thought he was drunk. But when his long coat slipped from his shoulders onto the floor she saw the bloody shirt."What happened?!" she cried out. "Were you. ” He stammered in reply. “Is he always this good with strangers?” Noel joked. “Not usually, it just seems he’s nervous near strangers we have a question for.” “Oh? This wouldn’t have something to do with today being Thursday is it? I’ve been walking by here every week just in case.” “It absolutely is.” Quadre replied. “I have a proposition for you; a three-way.” “That sounds wonderful…” she said in a low soft voice, hips wiggling slightly. “You and the kitty I take it?” “Y…yes.” Ra stammered.