I couldn't blame them-- my girlfriend is hot. There was one woman sitting between two men at the far corner of the bar from us, and we couldn't tell ...if she was a dancer or not based on the way she was sitting there with them instead of standing like the other dancers who were working the room after their stage shift. She was pretty, with long dark hair. She looked over at the two of us a few times and smiled.We drank, watched the dancers, and talked to the women who stopped by our seats. I. She’d seen him in school over the past few weeks and they’d flirted a little, but things were moving a bit slowly for her taste. She knew that based on how Chris looked that he surely wasn’t hurting for options in the ladies department. She probably had plenty of competition. But she was also very confident in her own powers of persuasion. The loud buzzing of her phone on the dresser shook her from her thoughts and she turned towards the noise as she finished smoothing out her top. She reached. She wanted to scream but held back as she heard the constant footsteps on the other side of the door. Tim pushed harder, pushing his meat as far in as it would go. He was a man on a mission. She pulled his head close to her face.'Fuck me, fuck me so fucking hard you fucking bastard' she whispered.'Gonna cover you in my fucking cum' replied Tim.He covered the fitting room with his hot cum. It covered Jane, the bench, the floor and the door. He could never remember shooting so much fluid before. The arrowhead dipped at R, then GOOD BYE.“See, it doesn’t work,” I pointed out.Rachael overruled. “It exactly knows.”Ruth Samuelson never paid me any attention and Rose Thomas was fat. Roslyn Fenner? She was always fixing her hair. Alice Benson had boobs, but she wasn’t an R.On the other hand, Ouija had been correct about what I’d had for supper. Does it know something I don’t? Last year I’d sort of liked Mavis Ramsey, but she’d moved to Harrisburg.Ms. Rennick taught English and everybody said.