I told her No. It was fantastic. The girls were crying and I was exhausted. [b] I met Katrina in a bar, friend of a friend sort of thing. “She’ll just be worse if you leave”. She attacked me fists flailing, kicking, screaming. Then she would come home drunk and the fighting would start. glassy eyed. I hated it. She wanted to toast our new found friendship, we clinked glasses and she downed her drink. The second guy was gone also. I FUCKED HER IN THE ASS! She fixed herself another drink. What ever gave you that idea sweetie. I stopped her and told her I had to pee bad, trying to get my head together. It was extreme pain/pleasure/pain/pleasure…. We lay there for about ten minutes without talking. But he was gone after that, for good. Fine, I’m leaving. She was indifferent. The shit hit the fan. I wanted to get aroused and get this over with but my mind kept thinking something just isn’t quite right here.
