Part 5 -- The Big Gay Halloween, a new Rocky Horror experience, and some Drama in Someone Else's family.

 

The Halloween party had been a combined effort by both colleges' queer organization. It was held in an old-school ballroom that was owned by two wonderful older guys who reminded me a lot of Ben and Ron, our coffee shop owners. Our plan was to go from the party to Clarissa's house for some energetic sex and wrestling. We hoped to find someone who would join us to make an even number, Clarissa had been working on that plan. If Amber made it, I would certainly ask her. Lauren might be there, but I figured she would be fucking Jimmy and possibly one of his friends; she had regaled us with details of taking on two guys at once.

 

With access to Clarissa's house, she had even given us a key, and all its bedrooms it had made sex in my narrow dorm bed (or Lisa's for that matter) considerably less inviting. We would energetically rub our pussys together, but that was usually it. I planned on making breakfast for all of us Sunday morning so, after checking with Clarissa about what was in the pantry, I went to the store to get what I needed for biscuits and gravy (at my heart I am a Southern girl like my mom, though I would never admit it to her). I also hooked up with an older girl in the QSA to get several bottles of wine in exchange for eating her pussy, I was happy to pay up.

 

I went and picked up Lisa at her dorm. We invited Amber to come with us, but she had been invited to a fraternity party; I was concerned about that because I had a dim view of fraternity boys, but she assured us she would be with some other band girls. She also assured us that she had some skills in tense situations. She also promised us that someday she would join us at Clarissa's house because she wanted to see me and Lisa fight. Lisa and I got our costumes to get changed, but that of course meant we would first be naked and Amber was ready to go. She stripped down with us and sprawled out in her chair, legs splayed open. I began rubbing her dark pussy with my hard nipple while Lisa was smothering Amber with her boobs.

 

I moved on to sucking on Amber's clit and pushing two fingers into her very wet pussy; she was leaned way back in the chair so that Lisa could sit on the arm of the chair and suck her nipples. Amber's orgasm was announced with the twitching of her strong legs and some muffled moans (she was biting Lisa's neck). I moved into the chair and Lisa sat in my lap so that Amber could run her tongue over both our pussys in one nice, long motion. Amber was now aware of the peril of being near my legs when I came; so, she held on to my ankles, which just amplified things.

 

As much as we would have liked to have spent more time fucking Amber we did need to get moving. I let Lisa actually put some dark eye makeup on me, to give me a more piratical look, and we did our best to get out boobs pushed up so we could actually have some cleavage. Amber pronounced us as "Delicious" and got some photos of us; then it was down to the Red October and off to the dance hall.

 

The place had been built as a disco back in the 1970's and had morphed into a country bar during the Urban Cowboy craze but now it was just used for special events. We were both nervous walking in to the place. I know, beloved readers, that this may come across as ego on my part, but we were used to being kind of a big deal at school dances (at least amongst the artsy types at our school). Now we were just two first-year girls in a big party with the biggest group of queer people we had ever seen. As we came in we each got one of those cheesy "Hello, My Name Is..." nametags. I thought for a moment and wrote "The Dread Pirate Roberts" on mine; Lisa went with "Her Faithful Lusty Wench." Looking around we didn't see any other pirates; Star Wars characters were very popular, along with slutty versions of every possible occupation and all the members of the Village People. We didn't see anyone we knew so we stuck close to the table with pizza on it, I was starting to stress-eat. We were tempted by the (we assumed highly-alcoholic) punch and bottles of wine, but we weren't sure if it was cool for us to have any.

 

I heard a familiar voice, "Cindy!" It was Dawn. We didn't recognize her costume, but she was happy to explain it to us.

 

"It's Taarna, from the movie Heavy Metal," she licked her lips, looking at Lisa, "With your hair you would be perfect for the role."

 

Lisa gave a nervous little giggle, "I'm not ready to be that close to naked in a crowd this big."

 

Dawn patted her butt, "No worries babe." She began introducing us to many people, I lost track of the names pretty quickly. I liked that, at least at a party like this, girls grabbing each other's butts and very tight hugs were not outside the norms. I tried really hard not to expound on piracy, Cajun food, and Jean Lafitte, but it did slip out some. Lisa wound up in a deep conversation with several people about the minutia of The Lord of the Rings. She was always ready to talk about how the love story of Aragorn and Arwen was one of the drivers of the epic (at least in the background). Several of the guys really did not like this idea (no swords or magic) but the girls in the group welcomed Lisa as one of their own tribe.

 

I often lost track of Lisa in the crowd so I was dancing in my spastic sort of way, especially when the DJ would play a song I liked; Joan Jett's "Bad Reputation," The Runaways "Cherry Bomb," and Sammy Hagar's "Heavy Metal" had me swirling and thrashing and even (after a cup of the flammable punch) flashing my boobs. "Heavy Metal" had me dancing with Dawn in an almost mosh-pit frenzy.

 

I was hoping to convince Dawn to come with us to Clarissa's house, but that hope was dashed when a girl came up from behind her and grabbed her, openly squeezing her very nice tits. The new girl was Asian with short black hair. Dawn explained her to me once she got Nia's (that was her name) tongue out of her mouth.

 

"Nia and I have been dating off and on for two years now. We're not as open as you and Lisa but some time we want you to come to Nia's place for some fun."

 

I was a little sad, but I got a very nice kiss from Nia and I got to feel her boobs mashed to mine. I was amazingly horny by now and I needed to find Lisa, it was time for a pussy feast. I found her talking to Clarissa with another girl sitting in her lap. This new girl had short brown hair and she was distinctly chubby. Her dress, in the style of a medieval gown, was cut very low and I could see her boobs jiggled in a wonderful way every time she moved. She moved over to Clarissa's lap and I say down on Lisa.

 

"This is Terri, she's an IWU student studying math; she's a fellow Tolkien fan."

 

Terri, in addition to amazing tits, had wonderful gray eyes. "Hi Cindy! Lisa's told me a lot about you and about your relationship." Here her smile grew hungrier, she leaned over, so I could actually see her pink nipples, and whispered in my ear, "I've always wanted to wrestle naked."

 

That did it for me. "Let's go girls! I'm ready for some fun!"

 

Lisa had talked to the DJ and told us that we couldn't leave yet.

 

"Why?" Clarissa asked, clearly ready to start fucking immediately.

 

Lisa took my hand, "You'll see."

 

The DJ announced this was the last song and as soon as the music started I understood Lisa's plan; from the moment I heard Mark Knopfler's opening guitar lines I struggle to keep from ruining my eye makeup.

 

Terri recognized it, but Clarissa didn't. Terri led her out onto the dance floor, "It's `Storybook Love', the theme from The Princess Bride.

 

I was sure there was a spotlight on us (there wasn't) but I didn't care. For those few minutes it was just us, dancing close (Lisa leading of course) like we had some many times in our bedrooms at home. It was absolutely fucking magic.

 

On the short ride to Clarissa's house Terri quizzed all of us. I could see Lisa could not take her eyes off of those quivering tits, maybe she and I could fight over her got to fuck Terri first. Terri had watched women's wrestling on TV and it turned out she had some of the same magazines that I did, but she had never seen any catfighting or sexfighting videos. By the time we got to Clarissa's we were all rubbing our pussys and ready to go.

 

Lisa and I went to one of the spare bedrooms and stripped each other, there was a lot of nipple pinching and biting going on. We all went downstairs to commence our wrestling orgy. Terri wanted to see how it was done so she sat in Lisa's lap so that Lisa could suck on her nipples while Clarissa and I fought. We didn't waste any time, we both knew by now how rough we could get, and we did indeed get rough. Fists and feet were flying, we were both pulling on each other's hair and biting when we could. We both had a tight grip on the other's breasts, hers were amazingly soft, and I was twisting her pink nipples hard. I ultimately went down hard when Clarissa smashed my pussy with her knee, dropping me to the mat. She grabbed my ankles to spread my legs wide and pressed her heel right on my clit while she pulled on my legs. I was desperate to get loose before she made me orgasm, but I failed utterly. I was left thrashing and writhing on the mat, holding my sore pussy and climaxing at the same time. Clearly, she had been talking to Lisa because she squatted down over me and began to pee on my tits, which made me come again. She pressed her wet pussy to my face and I began slurping up her juices and her pee, my hands gripping her wide hips tightly. Clarissa was wound up enough that her orgasms came just a few minutes later. We cleaned up the mats because now it was Lisa and Terri's turn.

 

Lisa didn't fight as often as I did so it was always a special treat for me when she did. Her white hair was pulled back in a ponytail and I could see her white bush was pretty wet. Terri's boobs hung down, kind of like Clarissa's, and she had what looked to be a nicely soft belly. Her brown hair was cut pretty short and her sparse pubic hair was the same shade of brown. Her nipples were very pale pink, to the point of almost being invisible. Lisa had about a four-inch height advantage, but it looked like Terri outweighed her by at least 20 pounds. Looking at Lisa I could see that the Lesbian Pirate Queen was in full control and she planned on completely dominating our new friend.

 

Lisa started out with a massive slap to Terri's soft tits, leaving a red handprint on her left breast. Terri didn't back down, she grabbed Lisa's ponytail and yanked hard and at the same time drive her fist hard into Lisa's tight belly. Lisa grabbed both of Terri's breasts and pulled up on them, twisting as she did but Terri did not back down. I could see both of them had pussy juice on their thighs, I knew Lisa could (under the right conditions) be a pain slut, it looked like Terri was one too.

 

Finally, Lisa wrapped her arms around Terri's soft, thick body and twisted hard, slamming her to the mat with Lisa on top of her. Lisa got Terri in a leg scissors, her strong thighs right under Terri's jiggling tit, and started to squeeze. I'd been between those legs, I knew how much she could squeeze when she wanted to. From the dreamy expression on Terri's face I know she was in the throes of a wonderful orgasm and Lisa did let her go before something got broken. Lisa hooked her legs over Terri's thighs, spreading her legs wide so that I could come in and enjoy her deliciously wet pussy. At some point, my face was buried in Terri's cunt, Lisa let go of her and sat on her face so Terri could feast on her pussy.

 

We lay there in a warm, naked heap for some time, watching more sexfighting videos but eventually we decided we needed sleep. I wanted Lisa all to myself, so we went to the spare bedroom and Clarissa took Terri to her bedroom. I laid Lisa on the bed on her back, spreading her sexy legs wide. I pressed my hips down and began slowly grinding my pussy on hers, my mouth pressed to hers and our tongues wrestling wildly. I went slowly, it was so nice being on a nice, big bed with exquisitely soft sheets, I wanted this time for us to last. My legs were quivering as I approached my climax and Lisa had her strong legs wrapped around me, squeezing harder and harder as her orgasm seized her. I rolled off her and laid on my back, Lisa laying her head on my tit, her hand rubbing my bush.

 

"Did you have fun tonight baby?" I was stroking her long, white hair, running my hand up and down her back. "You were total Mean Girl Elf Warrior with Terri; I think she liked it."

 

Lisa smiled, "Judging by how wet she was I certainly think she did.

 

"Does it feel like it's been four years since you strode into the school Halloween Ball? You were the total sexy Elf Queen and I loved watching you and Lee fight."

 

Lisa was asleep. It was one of her adorable abilities, when she was really tired or if she had too much to drink, she would go to sleep really fast and, unlike me, she had the adorable little snore. I tend to snore in the manner of a World War 2 bomber. I just laid there for a while, feeling her breath on my nipples before I fell asleep too.

 

We didn't so much have breakfast as a kind of late brunch. My friends were drawn into the kitchen by the smell of biscuits baking. We sat on the couch eating, still naked, and watching The Princess Bride. Clarissa had never seen it and we felt she would never understand us without seeing the movie. She loved it.

 

Lisa looked over at me, "I brought all the toys. Do you think we should play with our new friends?"

 

I could feel my pussy getting nice and wet, "I think that's a good idea sweetie." I watched Lisa pale butt as she walked to the bedroom. She came back with a gym bag, in it was my Hitachi vibrator, her strapless dildo and some lube. Lisa sat on the floor, spreading her legs wide. I pressed the dildo to her clit and started it out slow. Clarissa and Terri sat on the floor playing with her nipples, totally captivated by her wide, blue eyes.

 

By the time I got it turned up to the high setting Lisa's hips and legs were quivering. She had brought some towels; which I laid out on the floor, knowing what was coming soon. We didn't get a chance to be loud very often, so Lisa took advantage of our situation, letting out a guttural moan as her pussy erupted, spraying her delicious juice a good five feet.

 

Lisa stood over me, the juices still dripping from her pussy and she lowered herself down onto my tongue, which I was sticking out as far as I could. I gave her vagina a good licking before letting Terri and Clarissa get a taste of my sweetie too.

 

Now it was my turn; Lisa spread my legs wide so that my pink pussy lips were visible poking out of my brown bush. She knew just what to do, pressing the vibrator right between my pussy and my butthole. I wasn't long before my legs were vibrating I was moaning louder and louder. My legs thrashed and shook as I climaxed, but Lisa wasn't done; the Mean Girl was driving now.

 

She looked at our friends, "Hold her tight girls, this might get rough." The sadistic wench turned the vibrator up to his, not letting my rest from my waves of orgasms. By the time she was done with me I was flopping around like a fish out of water, I may have even pissed on the floor, I really wasn't sure.

 

It took me a few minutes to catch my breath, "Shit babe, what got into you?"

 

"I just had to see how many times in a row you could come, I think that's a new record." She looked over at Terri and Clarissa, "Have you fucked any guys Terri? I know Clarissa has."

 

Terri nodded, "Several in high school and one since I got to college."

"Ever used a dildo?" She shook her head. "Want to try?" She nodded eagerly. Lisa smiled at me, do your thing baby."

 

Lisa and I had used the purple dildo several times. One end would go up inside your pussy and then it was like you had a purple cock. The harder you fucked the other girl the more your own pussy got stimulated. The dildo didn't do much for me but Lisa really liked it and so I liked using it on her because it made her happy. Terri got on her hands and knees, her soft belly and fat tits hanging down. I grabbed her hips and slid the dildo into her wet pussy. I started out slow but soon my hips were slapping against her big, quivering ass. I reached around, grabbing her big, heavy tits as I slammed the plastic cock into her warm pussy.

 

Lisa was stroking Terri's short hair, "Did you ever let a guy put his cock in your ass?" I could hear that the Mean Girl was still driving. "Would you like Cindy to fuck you in the ass?"

 

Her "yes" was drawn out and quite breathy. I pulled the dildo from her pussy, I spread some lube on her tight little butthole and started pushing the purple cock into her.

 

I could feel the muscles of her butthole quivering but I had only gone about an inch into her when she squealed, "Stop! Please stop!"

 

I pulled it out right away and Lisa was kissing her. "What's wrong Terri?"

 

She was crying a little, "It hurt, a lot more than I thought it would."

 

Mean Girl Lisa was gone, now Kind Girl Lisa was back. "Sex shouldn't hurt sweetie, we won't try that again."

 

Now it was Clarissa's turn. I was pounding it in and out of her very wet pussy while I reached around and grabbed her dangling tits, squeezing them hard. By now she was really ready because her orgasm came within minutes.

 

"You want it in the ass sweetie?" I asked her. Her answer was a hissing "yesssssss."

 

Putting on some more lube I slide it in her tight ass, after giving her butthole a nice lick. Soon I was pounding away at her but now she was using her hard nipple to rub Terri's pussy while Lisa was squatting over Terri so she could eat Lisa's pussy and butthole. We came in quick succession, Clarissa first, then Lisa, followed by Terri, and finally me. It was not the greatest orgasm of my life, but as I've said I'm not a huge dildo fan.

 

It was late in the afternoon when Lisa, Terri and I left. I took Lisa back to her dorm, kissed both girls goodbye and went back to my suite to be regaled by Lauren with her stories of gleeful threesomes with two guys at a time.

 

The campus cinema showed The Rocky Horror Picture Show almost every Friday night at midnight but the week of Halloween they showed it every night (but at nine rather than midnight); Lisa and I went with Dawn and Nia to see the show. Tonight, along with the movie there would be a live show from a group (mostly from the QSA) called The Wild & Untamed Things. We all sang along, Lisa told me she wanted to try dressing as Columbia and getting on stage sometime.

 

"But you'd have to cut your hair and dye it red. I love your long hair baby."

 

"I bet I could tuck it up under the hat; and you liked it when I dyed it red to play Lola in Damn Yankees."

 

"That's true. I still like it long, I enjoy braiding when you're naked."

 

No one had a big enough bed for all four of us, so we had to be content with some very pleasurable tongue wrestling and playing with tits. I lifted up Nia's shirt because I wanted to see her nipples, they were small, dark brown, and very delicious. Nia also wanted to see Lisa's bush (the eternal curiosity about all her hair being white) and she happily unzipped her jeans to show it off.

 

I got back to my room and I was surprised to see Sam sitting in her comfy bean-bag chair looking utterly despondent and drinking my rum right out of the bottle. I had developed a taste for dark rum; at first because what else would a pirate queen drink but later because (if it was good rum) I actually liked the taste. One of the older girls in the QSA, in exchanged for twenty dollars and getting to sit on my face, had gotten me a bottle of very dark rum from the French island of Martinique which had a very strong flavor that I liked. Sam obviously had consumed quite a bit of it, which was out of character for her. I swallowed hard before opening my mouth, clearly something was wrong.

 

"What's wrong sweetie?"

 

"It's my goddamn brother Donnie. He's really fucking screwed up this time."

 

Sam had three older brothers; the oldest one, Dan, was the only one she ever seemed to speak positively about. He was married and had a little boy named Jesse (I'd seem photos, he was a cute enough little kid) and he was essentially the co-owner of the family farm. Donnie was 3 years older than Sam and, from her description, pretty much a waste of space. Kevin had moved away from home and was living down south somewhere, I couldn't remember where. I always got the feeling that Sam's arrival had been a bit of a surprise but that her mom at least had been quite happy to have a little girl.

 

"What happened?" I really wanted to sit on the beanbag and just hold on to her, she had that look that was all too familiar to me of someone who was about to start bawling but I decided to stay on the couch until I was invited. I did gently take my rum bottle and I took a nice long swig from it; this could be a long night.

 

"He was dating a girl I knew from high school. She had wanted to go to Southern Illinois, but she didn't have enough money, so she was working at a farm supply store to save up and go to school next year. I've been on the phone with her and some other friends most of the night. Anyway, some of Donnie's fucking idiot friends (Sam was not one for swearing much, this was a sure sign she'd had a pretty fair amount of my yummy rum) convinced him that he'd never get another girl as hot as Amy so he better get her pregnant so that she couldn't leave him."

 

This required another slug of rum. I had heard this story too many times, especially from girls in more rural areas. I was moving from sad to angry.

 

"I guess he did something to the condom because sure enough she missed her next period. Our friends told her that if she wanted to go to college and get the hell out of Little Egypt (that what the southern part of Illinois is called) she couldn't have a baby now. A friend drove her to Carbondale to Planned Parenthood and she got the pills to end the pregnancy, so that's good. She also had the good sense to break up with my idiot brother, but he got all mad and came storming into the store to force her to come back to him and he hit her in front of other people."

 

Now I was really pissed. I have known too many girls who were in abusive relationships and this was an area where I often showed, as Lisa enjoyed telling me, the common sense of a turnip.

 

She was really going now, vacillating between sad and angry, and now there were some tears. It was now that Lauren, hearing our voice, came out of her room. Lauren's a perceptive girl, she saw the tears and the ¾ empty bottle of rum and figured out something was wrong. She sat down beside me and grabbed my hand.

 

"He got arrested, and this is not the first time, and once again Mom and Dad paid his bail. Then, when he was out on bail he got drunk, or high (I'm not sure which), and tried to rob a gas station. The owner went to town on him with an aluminum bat and now the asshole is handcuffed to a hospital bed and his ass will be in jail as soon as he's released from the hospital. Mom is totally losing it, Dad is beyond pissed, and Amy (that's my friend) is blaming herself, which is utter horseshit. He's my brother and I know I'm supposed to love him and all but dammit I'm pissed at him!" Now the tears really started; she rolled out of the beanbag, more than a little unsteady, and sat between me and Lauren on the couch. We each had one arm around her and I was a good girl and did not try to play with her hair or her nice boobs.

 

"I'm so sorry Sam," I said, after taking a deep breath, "Lauren and I have both heard this story too (Lauren nodded, content to let me do the talking, although she did take a swig of my rum). You're right, your brother is a jerk. It's not fair he has dragged you and your parents and your friends into his miserable life and none of you deserve this. You just need to ask, and I'll do whatever I can to help you through this and I know Lisa will too."

 

Lauren gave her a squeeze, "Me too. Whatever you need, just ask."

 

"Is tomorrow the karaoke night at that place you go to out on the west side?" I nodded. "Can I come with you, I need to be around some other people and I've never heard Lisa sing and you've talked so much about how good she is."

 

I couldn't help myself, I gave her a kiss on the cheek (a very chaste kiss by my standards) which resulted in Sam blushing incandescently. "Of course you can! Do you want to come to?" I asked, looking over at Lauren.

 

"I've got a program due on Friday morning. I'll come with you if I get it debugged by tomorrow."

 

I put Sam to bed, I'd let her know she owed me a bottle of Martinique rum later. Lauren wasn't horny enough to join me in my narrow little bed, but we did return to the couch for some mutual pussy-fingering and boob-sucking. Knowing that she would be in bed I didn't call Lisa, but I did send her an email with a summary of all the night's drama.

 

Lauren was still deep in her debugging process, searching for some very technical and yet very minute problem in her code so she stayed home. Sam and I went downstairs to wait for Lisa to pick us up. I was happy to see Amber was with her too. Lisa let me know that Amber had been filled in as to what was going on so there was no need for us to bring it up. We would let Sam talk if she wanted to; and she was being pretty quiet.

 

Arriving at The Mersey Ferry we introduced Amber and Sam to Dennis, the very large black man who worked the door. Despite his imposing appearance, he was easily 6'7" and he was a power-lifter, he was actually one of the kindest people you would ever meet. He was in a very long-term relationship with a guy named Owen who I had met once. Dennis took care of Owen because about a year ago Owen had been diagnosed with AIDS and Dennis had announced that they were in it for the long haul. It was a Princess Bride level of true love.

 

Lisa and Sam both had cranberry ginger ale, Ellen (the bartender) slipped some rum (just plain white rum) into my Coke ("Since you're not driving" she told me with a wink) and Amber was happy to see they had cream soda (something she loved beyond description).

 

Tina, the owner, had been showing Liverpool FC highlights on the projection TV screen (still pretty new in 1994) so Lisa started out singing "You'll Never Walk Alone," reducing the bar's solidly butch owner to happy tears (That always seemed to happen). I threw myself into my wildly sexual, with necessary gender changes, version of George Thorogood's "Born to Be Bad" which even made Amber blush a little. Try as we might we could not get either Amber or Sam up on the stage. They both seemed to be having fun, it clearly took Sam's mind off of all her family drama, at least for a little while. I did see Owen come in, he was looking pretty good and he was, kind of like my photographer friend Cornelius, always impeccably dressed. Lisa and I went over to say hello to him. I always felt awkward talking to him, it was that whole we all knew he wouldn't live a lot longer, but he seemed at peace with that.

 

Lisa, ever aware of the power of music, pulled me off to one side. "I want us to sing a song together, for Sam."

 

I was immediately terrified, it was one thing to throw myself into power rock song with a fairly limited vocal range; it was something else entirely to stand up there next to my ultra-sexy girlfriend and trying not to embarrass myself.

 

"What song were you thinking about sweetie?"

 

"'Bridge Over Troubled Water' by Simon and Garfunkel. I just need someone to help with the harmony, I'll take care of the high notes."

 

I pulled her in tight, mashing my tits to hers, "OK, for Sam."

 

She kissed me in a most un-chaste way, "For Sam."

 

Lisa's instincts were dead-on. It was a song almost everyone knew, and I managed to follow along pretty well. By the second verse a lot of people in the crowd were singing with us. Sam was standing up and Amber had an arm tight around her waist; tears were streaming down Amber's pretty face, but Sam was absolutely bawling, but these were (as far as I could tell) happy tears.

 

"When you're down and out
When you're on the street
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you
I'll take your part
Oh, when darkness comes
And pain is all around

Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down"

 

What got me crying was seeing Dennis standing behind Owen, his arms around his boyfriend. Seeing a man who would not have looked out of place standing next to Mike Singletary from the Chicago Bears choking back tears was enough to choke me up, but I kept up with Lisa. When we came off the stage there were tumultuous cheers and, laws be damned, Donna (the co-owner) handed me a glass of Gosling's Black Bermuda Rum. We got cleaned up, I'll always be a messy crier, and headed out to Lisa's Subaru, Alcyone.

 

 

I did develop a serious love for Martinique rum in college. I never drank a lot at one time, I tend to go to sleep pretty fast when I've had too much; Lisa still says I'm a cheap date. If you, or someone you know (regardless of gender) is in an abusive relationship there is help available. Go to https://www.thehotline.org/ or call (in the US) 1-800-799-7233 to talk to someone and to get help. Love should not hurt, ever. As I always I love hearing from my readers (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please consider a donation to Nifty to keep the lights on (https://donate.nifty.org)