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Chapter 10 of 12



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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Friendly Traveler's Inn: Room 212
Part: 10 of 12
Universe: Friendly Traveler's Inn
Summary: Mike Webber had trouble dating, so he set out to visit the 'hook-up'
motel his friend told him about and met Lois, who had even worse issues, and
wasn't quite what she appeared to be -- or was she?

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Chapter 10

	Emily, Lois' other roommate, didn't return until early morning.
Sheila was still asleep, but Lois and Mike weren't; they were drinking coffee.
"Sheila's latest beau?" Emily asked, cocking her head, her earrings clinking.

	"No," Lois replied, her smile sunny, "Mine."

	"You're kidding, right?" Emily asked, peeling off her black opera
gloves.

	"No."  Mike shook his head.

	"Okay, can somebody help me get out of this corset?" Emily asked.  She
put one of her high-top boots on a kitchen chair and started unlacing it.

	"Goth, huh?" Mike looked on, amused, as Lois got up and stepped behind
Emily to unlace her corset.

	"It's what I do."

	Mike nodded.  Nobody REALLY had black hair that hung like that without
help -- or looked that lily-white -- and the black lipstick and nail polish
were a dead giveaway, too.  She didn't look too bad under the get-up -- oh,
her thighs were a little thick, maybe, but still presentable.  Mike really
wasn't clear why anybody wanted to look like that -- except to draw attention.

	"Okay, Honey, we're getting to the free show place -- and since Lois
has claimed you and I don't do matinees..."  She whirled her finger.  Mike got
the hint and turned away.  "Now, if you'll all PLEASE be quiet, I had a long
night at Rocky Horror and I need my sleep..."  Mike turned back when he heard
her boots hit the floor in another room.

	Lois grinned at him.  "Did you like that get-up?"

	"It catches the eye, but it's a bit dark..."

	"I've worn similar -- if you like it, I can play dress-up some time,"
she told him, smiling lazily.

	"That'd be nice."

	"Why don't we head out and get something to eat?"

	"Sounds good."  They hit the cafeteria, because it was cheap, then
headed for Mike's room, where Eddie was running around feverishly.

	"Dude!  There's a Fetish Fair at the Inn!  They emptied the place --
all the family areas -- for the weekend and there's just WILD shit going on
down there!  Displays and demonstrations..."  Eddie came up short at the
second head that appeared around the doorframe.  "Who's this?"

	"This is Lois."

	"Hi."  Eddie flicked a glance between them.  "Where did you two meet?
You didn't look like you were gonna do any serious partying..."

	"We met last week at the Inn, Eddie," Lois told him.

	"So you're the chick with the issues?"

	"What?" Lois flashed a look at Mike.

	"I just told you that, Ed.  Actually, I had the issues," Mike
interjected.  "We had a great time, but I got a little nervous behind some
possible complications..."

	"Well, I'm glad it's sorted out," Eddie declared, turning to Lois,
"He's been down on himself for days -- I figure it was over you."

	"Eddie!  Shit -- just tell the world..."

	"If she's the cure, she needs to know it.  Worst case, she puts a ring
in your nose," Eddie grinned.  "Since you guys have both been to the Inn, I
figure neither of you is gonna freak.  It's totally cool up there!
Everybody's tricked out in leather and lace -- or not a whole lot..." he
leered at Lois.

	Lois shrugged.  "I'm game."  She glanced at Mike.

	"Yeah, okay..."

	"I've got some stuff for you, maybe, but Lois should do something
sexy, you know?  Not that you aren't..."

	"No, I get it -- fetish wear.  I can probably borrow something from
one of my girlfriends; Emily is seriously Goth."

	"Em Prescott?" Eddie cocked his head.  "Tell her Rusty says hi.  Maybe
she'll want to go..."

	"She was at Rocky Horror last night, so she's bagged," Lois replied.
"Do we have to dash right up there?"

	"No, we can wait.  It's gonna be a bitch dressing Joe Cool here..."
Eddie eyed his problem child.  "Mike you got black jeans, right?  What size
are your feet?  You can't wear my jackboots, but anything is better than
nothing..."

	"Mike, I'll go back and alert the girls -- you guys dress out and call
me.  I'm going, at least -- and maybe this will get Sheila off our backs.
Give me your number..."  They swapped cell phone numbers and Lois headed out.

	"Nice!" Eddie approved when Lois was out of earshot.  "You've been in
it?"

	"Yeah."

	"Emily once told me that she was rooming with a TV -- must be this
Sheila..."

	Mike gathered himself.  "No."

	"No what?"

	"No, it isn't Sheila."

	"No?"  Eddie's eyebrows went up.  "Holy shit!"  He dashed to the
window.  "Lois!" he yelled, "Look up here, Babe!"

	Lois, on the sidewalk, turned to look up at Eddie, hanging out the
window.  "Yeah!"

	"You are fucking AWESOME!"

	"Okay..."  She didn't know what to say...

	"See ya later!"

	"What the fuck?" Mike shook his head to clear it.

	"Em SAID she was hot -- but I had NO IDEA!" Eddie clapped him on the
back.  "Very cool of you, Man!"

	"So you're not freaked..."

	"Man, you have no idea what I'M into!" Eddie laughed.  "Besides, Em
told me -- in confidence -- that her roomie wasn't a guy playing dress-up, but
was a chick between the ears..."  He eyed Mike.  "It takes a big guy to handle
that kind of shit!"

	"Yeah, that's why I was dumped out, Man," Mike related.  "I was too
chicken about having somebody throw it up in my face.  I'm not gay -- and
neither is Lois.  She's even got some weird chromosome thing -- she's, like,
two-thirds girl, genetically..."

	Eddie nodded.  "Just accidentally drew a weenie.  Sad.  I bet she's a
mess..."

	"Big time.  I talked her past a lot of it -- then I grew chicken
feathers.," Mike sighed.  "That's over, though.  In general, it's nobody's
business..."

	"For sure!  MY lips are sealed!  Em just thought we might meet
someday, and she didn't want me making an ass of myself..."

	"Cool."  They started working on wardrobe.  Eddie dragged out a duffel
bag of stuff Mike had never seen him with before...

                         --------------------

	When Lois got back, Sheila planted herself before her.  "So that was
Mr. Wonderful for sure?  You aren't just gagging me after blowing him and
leading him down the path?"

	"Sheila!  Jeezus!  Are you really THAT jealous?" Lois gasped.

	"Well, if he's anything close...  I thought he was REAL cute!"

	"He IS real cute!  But yes, he was the guy from the Inn -- speaking of
which, they're doing some fetish thingie..."

	There was a thump and Emily's head appeared around the corner.
"Fetish?"

	"Yeah," Lois related.  "I was going to ask you if I could borrow some
stuff.  It's a Fetish Fair at the Friendly Traveler's Inn."

	"Really?  And your boyfriend knows about it?  He's something!  Maybe I
should get in line!"

	"Actually, his roommate told us.  His name is Eddie, but he said to
tell you that Rusty says hi..." Lois relayed.

	"Rusty?  Red Dom?" Emily blinked.

	"He didn't say anything about a Red Dom..."

	"Serious red hair?  Freckles?  Kind of doughy-looking?" Emily asked.

	"Uh huh."

	"Rusty.  Yeah, we've been the same places a few times.  He's into the
lifestyle.  I think he's practicing before taking on a sub," Emily told Lois.
"I'd do him."

	"Should I tell him?"

	"No, we're too much alike.  Rusty doesn't look like much, but when he
stops being Ricochet Rabbit and gets his mojo on, he's a force of nature.  I
bet he's gonna turn up looking sharp!"

	"Wanna go, then?" Lois asked.

	"Oh, Hell yeah!" Emily was up and running.

	"Hey, what about me?" Sheila asked.

	"I always planned to ask you," Lois told her.

	"Yeah, right!" Lois was still in the doghouse with Sheila.

	Emily's smile grew fangs.  "This thing isn't for the faint of heart,
Sheila.  There will be girls there in next to nothing -- REALLY next to
nothing!  Because it's the Inn, they may be in NOTHING AT ALL, except maybe a
dog collar and a leash..."

	"What?"

	"It's fetish stuff!  BDSM!  That kind of thing!  Oh, shit -- I'm SOO
excited -- I forgot all about it!" Emily oozed.

	"Well..." Sheila looked nervous.

	"We're gonna be tricked out, too --aren't we, Lo?" Emily assured her.
"You can go, and I'll cover you -- but you have to wear what I put you in..."

	Sheila licked her lips.  "Okay."

                         --------------------

	It turned out that Sheila's outfit came from Lois' wardrobe --
something she had left over from the bad old days.  Lois and Emily turned out
very similar -- fishnet bodysuits -- Lois in red, Emily in black -- high-
heeled ankle boots, corsets in colors contrasting the bodysuits (Emily in Red,
Lois in black) and black tulle petticoats.  Emily wore opera gloves in black;
Lois, a dog collar (spiked spectacularly) and a leash.  Sheila, however, ended
up in white heels, pink nylons and panties, a white corset and petticoat --
and a pink collar and leash.  Emily insisted upon this last item, telling
Sheila, "It will help indicate that I own you and keep the animals away --
beside, Lo is wearing one..."

	"Who's gonna hold HER leash?" Sheila complained.

	"Mike," Lois smiled.

	The guys arrived, Mike in a black muscle shirt and a vest over black
jeans and boots.  Eddie was in a black T-shirt and a bow tie, leather pants
with a studded belt down to knee-high boots -- all under a cape.  His hair was
moussed back until it looked like a flame followed him everywhere, and he
carried black leather driving gloves in one hand.  "Very nice, Rusty!" Emily
approved.  He looked very different than his everyday, eager beaver look.

	"Hi, Em," Eddie nodded.  "You're hot as usual..."  The reserve he
projected was quite different than his normal presentation, too.  "Shall we
go?"  They all piled into Eddie's car, which was a big, four-door ride, and
headed for the Inn, drawing looks from passing motorists all along the way.
"Who is your pet?" Eddie asked.

	"This is my roommate Sheila," Emily told him.  "She's not really into
this stuff, so you'll have to excuse her if she can't get into character."

	Eddie merely nodded -- but Sheila found his green eyes measuring her
in the mirror.  "Is he always like this?" she asked Emily.

	"No, usually, he's sort of like a puppy -- bouncy and loud.  This is
his Dom persona -- I've only seen it a couple of times."

	"It's an act, then?"

	"Not really -- more a mood or a mode.  He's showing a side of him that
he hides.  He can be VERY persuasive when he's like this..." Emily grinned.
Sheila nodded, but she didn't understand.

	The Inn was jumping.  The management was trying to cover both sides of
the fence, since the police were highly visible -- but they had a track record
and a good reputation.  Signs outside the entrance proclaimed that this was a
public event but it was for adults only -- children of guests were being
handled off a side area and provided the use of some facilities in the family
area -- but many normally family-reserved locations, like meeting rooms, had
vendors and exhibitors.  The truly adult areas were 'anything goes' as usual,
and there were several demonstrations going on involving nudity of some type
-- but there were signs in the public areas asking that attendees and
exhibitors keep their genitals covered.  Still, the management was turning a
blind eye to outfits that would get the wearer arrested in most public
gatherings -- and asking the police to do the same.  The crowd was boisterous,
but not rowdy and there were sights to be seen everywhere...

	Mike and Lois had a grand time trailing Eddie, Emily, and Sheila
through the aisles.  Mike didn't know whether to be pleased or horrified that
Lois was familiar with a vast number of the displayed items...

	Sheila was flabbergasted at the whips and paddles and canes and other
instruments of corporal punishment.  Emily led her to a side room where a
demonstration of the use of certain whips was under way -- and she cringed at
every crack.  Eddie watched her, obviously amused.  "I have a feeling that you
can be brought into line pretty quickly!"

	"Nobody's doing that to me!" Sheila insisted -- but it was false
bravado, and everyone knew it.

	Emily caught on and took to teasing her by going to displays of ball
gags and enema bags and other implements of torture and discipline and holding
them up and eyeing her meaningfully and saying, "What do you think of this?"
Lois played up, giggling, even demonstrating some items, saying things like,
"This would light up your life!" swatting a palm with a strap, or, "You'd be
real quiet during TV wearing this!" holding a gag.

	"Why are you guys razzing me?" Sheila whined.

	"Because you show all of the classic signs of being a submissive,"
Eddie told her.  "You fear everything, and can't even imagine what some of
these things might do to you -- but I bet your panties are wet..."

	"They are not!" Sheila denied hotly -- but they were...

	"There's a flogging demonstration in the Monaco Room in five minutes!"
came over the speakers.

	"Let's look in on that!" Emily cried.

	"Good idea!" Eddie nodded.

	"Cool!" Lois agreed.  Mike nodded grinning.

	Sheila didn't get a vote -- Emily merely tugged her leash and glared
at her if she balked.

	They managed to get a front row SRO location.  A Dom in leather had a
woman -- somewhat heavy, and probably forty -- chained up by the ankles and
the wrists, her arms and legs spread -- and in the case of her legs, locked
apart by a bar.  "The flogger produces a wide-area impact that can be heavy --
what we call thuddy -- or stinging, largely due to the thickness, heaviness,
and softness of the tails.  Strike weight also changes the nature of the
impact; a thuddy flogger can deliver a sting -- but the power required can
make the impact devastating, as the throw weight magnified by the speed
required would be impressive..."

	"There's Eliza!" Emily announced, turning to Eddie and winking with
her off-side eye.  "Watch her, will you?"  She handed Eddie the leash and
dashed off.  Eddie took the leash and eyed Sheila meaningfully.

	Almost immediately, Sheila leapt at an opportunity to act up.  "I
can't imagine why any woman would stand there and let you hit her with that!"

	The Dom eyed Eddie.  "I see that you have your work cut out for you."

	"Alas, I'm merely babysitting," Eddie replied.  "If I were truly
responsible for her, I might be impelled to allow her to find out firsthand."

	The chained woman actually turned her head to glare at Sheila.  "Don't
you obey your Dom?  Oh -- you're an imposter, aren't you?  Here for the day,
are you?"  Her sneer brought a chuckle.  Sheila turned beet red.

	Gazing pointedly at Sheila, the Dom murmured, "Without descending to
Dominance and Submission 101, the submissive offers herself to be punished for
her infractions and to prove her obedience and willingness to serve.  When not
an active punishment, a flogging may be a test of the submissive's devotion --
or, properly administered, it may even bring her pleasure."

	"Huh?" Sheila grunted.

	"Shhh!" Eddie hauled her to him.  "You are embarrassing me!  Try to
ACT like you understand the concept of obedience!"

	"Don't haul on me!" Sheila hissed.

	Eddie took one of her arms and bent it behind her and put his other
gloved hand on her throat -- and squeezed a bit.  "Is this better?" he hissed,
obviously angry.  "Nod your head..."  Sheila went bug-eyed and nodded.  "Now
shut up and I'll try to explain..."  The demonstrator moved on with his
demonstration, applying the first, relatively gentle, stroke to the woman's
back...  "Do you understand what endorphins are?"  He eased up on her throat.

	"Y--yes."

	"If the Dom starts slowly and builds up the power, the sub may get an
endorphin rush -- or, she might just be psychologically suited to taking in
pain and interpreting it as pleasure.  Sometimes, the mixture is additive and
can cause an intense orgasm," Eddie explained, then removed his hand.  "Of
course, some people just hurt..."  The warning look he gave her was venomous.

	Sheila might as well have turned into a big, pink rabbit.  She gazed
at Eddie with wide eyes, then turned her attention to the demo, where the Dom
slowly rolled through multiple implements, increasing the power regularly.
Shelia couldn't believe what she was watching; the woman's back, ass, and
thighs turned pink, then slowly moved on to cherry red.  At the end of a
particularly vicious-looking series of heavy strokes, the Dom stepped forward
and rubbed the woman's labia for a few seconds -- and she orgasmed,
unmistakably.  Sheila was floored!  When it was over, the Dom walked over to
Eddie and said, "When her owner returns, perhaps she'll volunteer this one for
a private lesson -- she certainly needs it!"  In the background, two people
were releasing the sub who had been beaten -- and who obviously needed their
support as she was taken away.

	"She might learn something from talking to her, too," Eddie pointed
out.  "Come on," he tugged Sheila's leash.

	Sheila backed.  "I don't want to go over there!"

	Eddie's right hand flashed to her collar -- and his left flicked the
loop at the end of her leash against her ass.  "That's enough!"

	Sheila's eyes bulged.  "Don't!  Don't!"  She tried to guard against
the leash.

	"Behave!" Eddie barked.

	"Yes, Eddie!"

	"That's MASTER Eddie to you!  Actually, it's Master Rusty!" Eddie
rasped.

	Mike opened his mouth to tell Eddie that he was going too far -- but
Lois put a hand on his arm.  "Wait."

	"Yes, Master Rusty!  Please don't hit me, Master Rusty!" Sheila
couldn't cooperate enough.  She stood there, cringing.

	"Want to borrow a flogger?" the Dom asked.

	"This will do," Eddie flicked the leash.  "I think I'll buy a cane for
her, though."  He turned hard eyes on Sheila.  "Now come!"  He jerked the
leash.  Sheila followed meekly.

	"This might be just the thing..." Lois muttered.  "Is Eddie good in
bed?"

	Mike shrugged.  "He comes back telling me he's scored..."

	Emily came back.  "Where are they?"

	"Over there," Lois pointed them out.  "Sheila acted up..."

	"What did Eddie do?"

	"Scared the shit out of her, it looked like to me," Mike ventured.

	Emily snorted.  "THAT won't hurt her."

	Meanwhile, Sheila got thoroughly humiliated.  The woman would have
nothing to do with her.  "Are you a sub or a faker?  If you're a sub, you're
worthless..."

	"I'm not her master," Eddie interjected.

	"I wouldn't claim her either!" the woman retorted, turning to Sheila.
"What the Hell do you want, anyway?"

	"D--did you cum up there?  From the whipping?" Sheila asked.

	"Did it LOOK like it?" the woman sneered.  "Master Slasher was kind
enough to reach in and bring me over the peak with his hand, but I was there,
in sub-space..."

	"I see..." Sheila murmured.

	"No you don't, Honey.  Come back when you do."  The woman turned to
Eddie.  "Her Master is a poor excuse for one, or she's VERY early in her
training!  I saw that you have some control -- maybe you should offer to
help?"

	"Hmmph.  Hardly seems worth it, does it?" Eddie rasped, glaring at
Sheila.  "But she IS just starting..."

	"Good luck."  The woman turned away.

	"Come on," Eddie tugged Sheila's leash and she followed, meekly.  It
was as if she'd just been told -- repeatedly -- that she wasn't good enough...

	They rejoined the group.  Sheila minced over to Emily and muttered,
"He hit me!" under her breath.

	"I'm right here," Eddie warned.

	"I hear you made an ass of yourself," Emily offered no sympathy.

	"I'm here with YOU..."

	"I don't want you if you're gonna make an ass of yourself," Emily told
her.  "If he can get good behavior out of you, than maybe you should stay with
him!"

	Mike, watching this, whispered, "Why doesn't she just tell them 'fuck
you' and leave?"

	"Because she's into it," Lois said softly.  "I'm no shrink, but Sheila
is always looking for somebody to take care of her.  She's scared to death to
reach out.  But if you're wearing a dog collar, isn't it the guy on the other
end's job to take care of you?  She doesn't want EVERYBODY to drop that
leash..."

	"Hey, Rusty..."  Emily reached into her purse and fished out a pair of
handcuffs.  "I've got these..."

	"No kidding?"  Eddie eyed them; they were open.  Taking them, he
clicked one on Sheila's left wrist before she could even react; she went
goggle-eyed, staring at her captive wrist -- but retained the sense to wave
the other hand out on Eddie's far side.

	"No!  Take it off!" she whined.

	"I don't seem to have the key..." Emily grinned from ear to ear.

	Eddie said reasonably, "You can wander around here with that dangling,
or you can look like her..."  He pointed out another young woman in cuffs.
"Come on, don't piss me off or I'll do them behind you!"

	Sheila was still going through the logic in her mind when the cuffs
clicked; this was a good thing?  They were in front, anyway...  Emily slipped
the key to Eddie, who pocketed it; Sheila was too busy examining her new
jewelry.  "Em, I'm gonna get even with you for this..." she muttered.

	"In for a penny, in for a pound!" Emily said gaily.  "She's yours for
the day, Rusty -- see what you can do with her."

	"Em!"  That was all she got out; Eddie clapped a glove over her mouth.

	"You're embarrassing us and disturbing the other attendees," Eddie
rasped.  "If you don't want to go DIRECTLY to a cane display, you'll shut up!"

	Sheila opened her mouth under the glove, but thought better of it.
The look in Eddie's -- Master Rusty's -- eye was scary...  She nodded her
head.

	"Good," Eddie approved.  "Now, was that so hard?"

	"No."  Sheila watched him like a rabbit watches a rattler.

	"No what?"

	"No... Master Rusty."

	"Good girl!" Master Rusty smiled -- and Sheila didn't understand why,
but the approval produced a rush of happiness.  But he was eyeing her
outfit...  "I hate that thing -- don't you think you'd look better in latex?"
He pointed out a rather heavy sub -- leashed, like she was -- moving up the
aisle between the booths in the main area, her breasts coated in liquid latex.

	"I--I..." she gobbled.

	"Much better than that, certainly.  Come along."  Stupefied, Sheila
found herself being led off toward a sign that said 'Latex demo'.

	"Oh, this is gonna be a LOT of fun!" Emily giggled as the others
gravitated after them.

                         --------------------

	After that, the day continued weird for Sheila.  Emily pointed out
that if Sheila took off her corset she would have no way of holding up her
stockings, so Eddie gave her money and in a couple of minutes Emily was back
with a white garter belt.  Lois asked Emily how much it cost and whispered to
Mike and started digging in her purse -- and Eddie handed Emily some more
money.  Sheila, who'd been thinking seriously about lodging a protest over the
whole latex thing, bit her tongue.

	The whole afternoon went like that.  Eddie -- Rusty -- Master --
whoever he was -- groped her tits with his own hands after Emily helped her
get out of the corset, having decided that purple was her color.  She was
going to protest, but when she opened her mouth, he stuck his finger in it!
She found herself going 'Ulp!' and closing her lips over it while he said
quietly, "We just stood in line for ten minutes.  I bought you a new garter
belt.  Lois is right behind you.  What's the problem?"  Presented like that,
baring her breasts made sense, and protesting didn't.

	Most of the girls got something that looked like a bra -- but Sheila
only got the tips of her breasts covered, a bit beyond her areolas, which, of
course, made her look like she had big areolas, at first glance -- something
she got a LOT of!  But Mike decorated Lois the same way, and she didn't
complain...  It seemed like every time Sheila thought Master Rusty had gone
too far, a glance around said that he hadn't -- eight or ten other women in
sight were doing the same thing.  On the other hand, he never asked -- and he
didn't allow her any objections, either.  Early on, he bought a small flogger
-- he called it a toy, but it STUNG!  She learned that when she opened her
mouth, if he flicked it in his hand, she had until the hand moved back to shut
up -- or else!  Usually, in addition, she ended up sucking a finger...

	Once he'd handled them, Master Rusty owned her breasts, apparently --
he mauled them at will.  Sheila couldn't decide whether she was incensed or
she enjoyed it -- and that bothered her.  He spent a lot of time with his hand
on her ass, guiding her, too.  The gloves he had been wearing came off and got
tucked away, somewhere, and his palm always seemed to be on skin -- especially
after he and Emily spent a couple of minutes talking in whispers and Emily
went off, only to come back with a purple thong.  Neither Emily nor Rusty let
up on her until she agreed to wear it; she found herself stepping out of the
pink panties and into the thong in the Ladies Room, assisted by Emily, since
the keys to those stupid handcuffs were apparently at home -- boy was she
going to get even with Em for THAT!

	Then Emily showed up with a blindfold -- one of those sleep-mask
things.  Sheila got a real lesson in dependence!  Master Rusty kept putting it
on her and guiding her from place to place, blind, reliant upon his hands to
guide her and keep her from hitting things and falling.  Then he would take it
off and she would stand around blinking -- and having him guide her suddenly
wasn't so bad...

	This went on all afternoon and into the evening.  There was a dance in
the main ballroom, starting at seven -- and they decided to go -- or, that is,
Emily, Master Rusty, Lois and Mike did.  Sheila got told she was going.  The
good news, more or less, was they put her back in the corset.  The thong,
however, stayed.  Master Rusty would drag her onto the floor -- still cuffed
-- and they would dance.  He wasn't good at fast stuff, and she was limited
due to her arms -- but he made her drape her wrists over his neck for slow
stuff and got in close and ground himself into her.  That's when he asked her
the only question he asked her all day that wasn't rhetorical:  "Want to have
sex?"  She answered no, and that was the end of it -- except for Sheila
wishing she'd had better sense!  She was aroused like nobody's business and
she'd fucked up; Eddie -- or Rusty -- or whoever he was -- had outlived his
first impression by a good bit; sex with him wasn't that awful an idea...

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