The answer popped into my head immediately, drowning outthe errant thought. "Because women's clothes are so much nicer,and softer, and feel so wonderf...ul, stupid!"Even though it was going to be warmer today, according to theradio, I still felt I might be cold, so after I put on thepanties, red today, that Carol handed me, I pulled on the pairof pantyhose from the day before. They didn't feel quite asgood, having lost that newly washed feeling from yesterday'swearing, but they still felt pretty. ’ she smirked. It was pretty crowded in the small diner. There didn’t seem to be any empty tables, but there were a few seats available at the bustling counter. ‘Do you want to wait for a table?’ Peter asked. Maria was already moving towards the empty stools. ‘No. This is good.’ Damn. Peter just barely kept the frown off of his face. He wanted to be able to look at her from across the table, now he was rubbing elbows with a large construction worker filling the seat next to him. On his other. Reaching down to pick her up “So remember last night how we posted fucking you in the ass while you were bent over a table?” Setting her on her feet,holding onto her arms “Well that’s just how you’re going to be taking it from us for the next round.”Bill and Aaron leave the room ,returning with a solid table of oak between them. It stood two and a half feet tall covered with a fine brown marble top. Setting it down, Bill goes back out to get some extra padding that remained, returning with it. It's jaws ached to rend, to tear. It's claws clenched and relaxed, longing to feel the flesh, the warm soft flesh, it's tongue slid across it's lips in anticipation as it spied the animal leaving is hole. It could smell the creature from here. It watched, then it moved. It would Feed.Amy opened the door of her truck and dropped her bag on the seat and started to slide in when she was hit and thrown against the door. The attack was savage, brutal and short. Before she could even look at her.