But the bra I managed to have hook with my toe getting there, recalling a vague memory. I pick it up. A broken front closure hasp, I was too drunk to ...figure it out. Sober enough to remember promising a new one. Telling me that was for sure NOT the same woman. Having relieved myself, I wash in the sink. Finding a neatly printed box of fresh towelettes, I dampen my face then my loins. Cleaning my skin enough that it doesn’t feel sticky from sex secretions. The not so fresh scent left on my. I can feel your hands roaming up & downmy body. The seem to stop on the lower partof my hips. Then, as I breath a sign of relief, I feel them start across the checks of my ass and I feel your hard cock once again between my thighs. As you take me from behind. I scream in delight.I can feel your cock ramming my pussy as youfuck me with rage. The rage that has been building inside you for so long. I tell you I havenever been abused like this and I never knewuntil today how much I wanted to be. Listen, Claire, I don't want to spend the evening swapping gossip with you. I was going to tell you about Zane." I don't understand. What about Zane?" Well, he can't, either." Huh?" Claire looked across at Lasco, whose face had gone blank. "Is he alright?" Well, no, or he'd... Oh, you mean just now? Yes, yes. I just stopped him moving around. He's a distraction. But about that other thing? Well, he's having... issues." Oh?" Yeah. Zane, may I?" She looked at him and grinned. "I'll take that as a. “I've never understood the appeal of that. I mean why do we still need cheerleaders in the 21st century? It's sexist and archaic. Not to mention stupid.”“I know, right?” she crowed. “Buncha fuckin' brain dead bimbos!”“Well, I mean.. I don't mean stupid.” I hedged. “ I'm sure they're not all really stupid. It just looks so silly.”I was trying balance my honest contempt for cheerleaders with a little tact, but she was having none of it.“No, trust me, Bart. They're stupid. Rock, fucking dumb!” I.