I sw—’ Jon pressed the talk button on the phone. He turned his head to look at his cousin who had his hands buried in a patch of brown hair. ‘I ...should have hung up the phone as soon I heard his voice, Jon.’ Shane apologized. He was right though. He should have. But he didn’t. ‘Its alright, man. He just needs to get off his high horse and see what its like on the ground. Down here on earth people get blamed for stuff. He isn’t used to that yet.’ He was proud of himself when a smile broke on his. "Now, come on, you can help me finish making the salad!"Craig stood for a moment totally speechless, then turned back around to light the barbeque, which he'd already lit."Fuck!" he said silently, then smiled.They'd enjoyed their dinner getting to know one another better. Though for the most part, Craig merely sat back content to listen to the women talking as though they had known one another for years."So what is it you do anyway?" Sandy had asked her. "You look like a model!"It was the first. Post modern furniture, made with more metal than leather and a few abstract paintings were littered sparsely around the room, giving the area an appearance of having more space than it actually had. At the far wall, gray and black curtains decorated what she could only assume was a window. No light pierced through the sporadic openings on the sides. It was night. Sage lay still contemplating her options for a few moments. A dull throb around her neck let her know that she was very much alive.. She briefly snogs me and then pulls back a little. As I become more turned on I become aware of the pungent cocktail of her body odours - her bad breath, the fishiness of her cunt and perhaps a trace of stale urine from her unchanged and holey knickers. Her over-large tits hang over me and I notice the stretch marks for the first time. I glance down at her pot belly with the large unsightly mole on it and her unkempt pubic hair that is the colour of a sewer rat – she really is fucking repulsive.