"Then she got it and she laughed too. She wanted to dance with me, thereand then, but I had urgent matters to attend to and we only just made itback i...n time.Next morning, Sunday, we slept late, made love, showered and hadbreakfast in the city when most people were starting lunch. Then weshopped.Nina didn't do shopping - not in the way people who aren't women imaginewomen shop. The kind of clothes shops she liked used terms like'windproof' and 'wicking' to sell their products. She liked high. ..Nongzhou, the city nearest my school, was dreary, almost as crowded as Shanghai, but lacking much in the way of culture, only having restaurants, KTVs, clothing stores, phone stores, grocery stores, and mostly vacant shopping malls. The buildings were drab, identical, rectangular, strangely empty edifices contrasting bizarrely to the place’s overpopulation.Driving out of the city, en route to the college, I looked out the taxi’s windows, studied the barren environs, its farms, factories,. .. in the other, the chilled wine I had planned. Almost like someone with a dual personality, he sits on the bed next to me and starts talking sweetly to me. "Can I get my prisoner something to drink?" I look up at him, totally baffled, and say softly, "yes". He pours two glasses of wine and puts the bottle on the end table. He hands me my glass and we clink them together. In my head I'm thinking, "what the hell just happened?" We each take a few sips and then he takes my glass and puts. Pam stroked my dick and whispered in my ear. “I promised Sarini that you’d get her pregnant.” I tried to back away from Pam’s kitchen table and Sarini. “What?” Pam’s words slipped into my ear like a tongue. “I know your lusts. You’ve told me everything, Mitch. Fuck her bareback. She wants it. Feel her pussy skin against your cock.” I rolled my eyes. “No. I can’t.” Pam reached out and slapped Sarini’s ass..