Chapter 4
I was ready to move out and I chose an evening when I knew that no one would be about. Judd and I did the whole thing without any hitches. It was simple and now I was free.
He borrowed a car so that we could drive to the town. The town was a hundred and fifty miles away. He had gotten a nice little apartment that was located over a store. It was in a quiet section of the town.
The apartment itself had a living room and a bedroom. There was a kitchen and a bathroom. There was even a small back balcony. I thought that the place was nice and homey and I was happy to find that it was furnished well.
For the first three or four days he and I lived a normal life and it was almost as if we were married. There was a quiet domesticity about those first days that was very pleasant. He was good to me and attentive and considerate. Oh, his mind was on sex a great deal, but that was okay with me.
"Well, momma," he said one evening, rather late, "tonight's the night."
"What do you mean?" I wondered what he meant by "the night."
"Tonight's the night you're to meet the rest of the gang."
"The gang?"
"Yeah, you have to do your thing for them, tonight. It's the rule."
"What do you mean? What thing? And what rules?"
"You know," he said.
"No! I don't," I snapped. "I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about. And I'd like to know!" His casualness irritated me.
"Well," he began, "remember that first night? Remember, I told you I had to have the jeans as evidence? Well, you've had your waiting period, sort of to let you get used to it, and all. Now you have to put out."
"Put out?" I was puzzled.
"Sure, momma. You gotta put for the rest of the fellas. How else d'you suppose you can join the club?"
"Join what club?"
"Oh, come on, momma. You know you gotta join the club. I can't run with you unless you're on the inside."
"You mean our staying together depends upon whether I give myself to the gang, or not."
"Sure does."
"Judd! How could you!"
"Don't look at me, momma," he said innocently. "They're not my rules. I just abide by 'em. And you gotta, too, if we're gonna stay together."
"And if I don't?"
"We're through."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that." Judd snapped his fingers.
There was little emotion in his voice. And certainly no feeling. I didn't understand him. I thought he loved me. I thought we were together, no matter what. He had never told me about the club-or any club, for that matter. We hadn't even discussed it.
He turned me to him and took me in his arms, tenderly. He rubbed his body against mine. He was excited.
"Not now, Judd." I felt dull, sort of stupid. "I don't feel like it." I shoved him away.
"You might as well get in the mood, baby. They're due here any minute."
Even as he spoke, I heard a roar from the street. It was the sound of several motorcycles coming to a halt quite near-almost below us.
Then, there was silence.
And then, the doorbell rang.
In all, I counted six. I disliked all of them, immediately. They were all so cocky, dirty, ill-mannered. None of them was at all like Judd.
When they were introduced to me, they hardly gave me a look. Each merely mumbled something I couldn't understand, and hardly heard.
Beers were opened and passed around. The room was quiet. But I could feel the electricity in the air. We all knew what would happen-one way or another.
Judd was the only one to show any life. He kept the conversation going. He talked about his motor. He drew the others into conversation. In doing so he ignored me.
Finally, he turned to me. There was a smile on his face. It was different than I had seen him wear. It was hard, cold, impersonal.
"Fellas, there she is. What do you think of her?"
There were several comments. I suppose most of them were compliments of one sort or another. But as I could hardly, again, hear them, I couldn't tell. I did catch a few words such as slick, good lay, dumb broad with good looks.
I was insulted. I had expected at least a half-attempt at decent politeness. But apparently my feelings didn't count.
"Harry, since you are the president and leader of the pack, you get first whack. According to the rules, she's got twenty minutes to give herself, right?"
"Right!" Harry's voice was sharp, but impersonal.
Hurt and frightened, I fled the room into the kitchen. I couldn't stand any more of this.
Judd was right behind me.
"Momma, you gotta go through with it. Really, you do. If you don't do it willingly, they're gonna force you. That's the rule. But if they have to force you, you're out. What say?"
It came as a shock to me, but Judd was pleading with me. That was something he'd never done before. I knew he had to care for me. And maybe he didn't like sharing me with them, either, I thought. But he had to, if I wanted to join this club.
I looked at him. Yes, he was pleading. But words wouldn't come. I couldn't think of anything to say to him. I stared at him, my face blank. I know my mouth was hanging open. I felt tears well up in my eyes.
"Listen, momma," he continued. His eyes, his face were all pleading now.
"It's only this once. After this, they can't lay a finger on you, no matter what!"
He paused. His hands rose to my shoulders. He gripped me hard, his fingers digging into my flesh.
"Do you know what that means? If you give yourself now, you're safe. You'll be mine and safe. If they have to take you, you're public property if you stay here. You can live with me, but you're public property. If one of those guys wants a piece at any time, he has the right to claim you and, by the rule, I can't stop him. Now whaddya say? Be a sport, give it to 'em now, momma. Just this once."
He continued looking at me, pleading. I felt he really did want me for his own and didn't want me to ruin it.
But I couldn't. I couldn't willingly give myself to that group of dirty slobs waiting in the next room. I just couldn't!
Judd reached into the cabinet and pulled the vodka bottle out. He offered it to me.
"Here," he suggested, "I think you'd better ply yourself with this. It'll help. And, these, too." .
He handed me two small yellow capsules.
"Take 'em. It'll help you to relax. Remember, if you fight, I can't help you, at all!"
I took the bottle and the pills. Pouring myself a large glass of vodka, I threw the pills into my mouth and drank the whole glass.
My throat burned. My eyes watered. But I emptied the glass.
I turned to go back into the living room and my knees buckled.
Judd, who had left, came running back when he heard the crash.
"What's the matter?
"Nothing. I slipped. That's all." I was sure that I wasn't going to let those pigs know that I was sick! "I'm all right." I got up unaided, but had trouble keeping on my feet.
My head spun. I couldn't focus my eyes. The room swam.
"Oh, Judd." I buried my head in his shoulder and began crying as my morale collapsed. "I can't. I can't do it. I just can't."
"But, momma, you just gotta. You've only got ten minutes left. Sit down and relax. Take it easy for a second. It'll pass. It always does hit with a bang. Just relax."
I sat down, willingly. I leaned forward, resting my head on the table. I just wanted to close my eyes and die. But I couldn't. My eyes refused to close. The buzzing in my ears wouldn't let me relax. I was wide awake. But my joints were all jelly. I couldn't control my body.
I was roaring drunk!
"Time's up," I heard a squeaky voice shout from a distance. "Party's on!" That had to be Larry. He was a tall, skinny kid with an acne face, and quite dirty.
The swinging door opened. Harry stood there.
"Okay, doll," he said, "What's it gonna be? You gonna go through with it or do you wanna fight?"
I raised my head and looked at him through a pink haze. I tried to say something. But again, nothing came out. I had no voice now.
"That's better, for you. But, personally, I like a little resistance."
He scooped me up in his arms like I weighed only a couple of pounds and carried me through the living room into the bedroom. He dumped me unceremoniously on the bed, which had been stripped of everything but a clean white sheet. There were no blankets, no pillows. Just the bed, the sheet, Harry and me.
I glanced around the room. Everyone had joined us, to my horror. This wouldn't even be private. They had brought chairs, and were now forming a circle around the bed. Judd was among them. He looked at me distantly, curiously.
Harry began stripping. He peeled off his T-shirt, baring a huge, barreled chest, matted with dark curly hair lying flat against his skin.
He pulled off his boots and socks. Then he opened his fly. At once, I could see that he wasn't wearing shorts. As the pants slipped down, his huge cock popped into view. At first, I shuddered. I couldn't imagine that deformed thing being stuffed into me.
His cock hung limp, pendulously between his legs. His sac hung almost as low. Although soft, his cock appeared to be approximately seven inches long. But it was crooked, twisted. The head of it was flat and flared out grotesquely.
Naked, he approached the bed. I shuddered again.
"How ya want it?"
Even if I had wanted to answer him, he didn't give me time. He shoved me back onto the bed, pulled my legs apart and crawled between them. When he was in place, he spat into his palm and worked the liquid onto his cock head. With his other hand he reached for my cunt. He began stroking it, roughly pushing his fingers into my crack.
At first it hurt. I was dry and it did hurt. Then I remembered Judd's words: "Relax," he said.
I tried.
It was a little easier.
Soon I felt Harry shift his weight. His body came up and hovered over me. I couldn't move. Suddenly, I didn't care any more. I didn't care what happened.
I felt the hotness of his cock flesh pressing against my pussy lips. As the pressure increased, my lips were brutally forced apart. He was ramming a space for his huge cock head.
Suddenly the tension relaxed. I knew it had slipped into me. I could feel it on the inside now. I could feel that breadth of his cock head sinking deeper into me. I could feel the crookedness of his cock as it followed the immense head.
Part of me wanted to enjoy it.
But another part of me wanted to vomit.
The sight of that awful cock stayed in my mind. I pictured it cork-screwing into me. And
I could feel it as it began distending my cunt, stretching it. I felt as though I were being torn apart.
"Boy! Is she ever stoned!" Harry said to the rest of the room. "What'd you give her, Judd? She's as relaxed as a bucket of whipped cream. I can't feel nothing."
But Judd didn't answer him.
Hazily, I rolled my head in his direction. He was watching me. I saw him wink, but he didn't smile.
I was pleasing him, I thought. But I couldn't be certain.
Then somewhere inside my head, Harry's words took on meaning. Inwardly I chuckled. It was true. I was relaxed. I was loose. Actually I couldn't feel a thing except the barest sensation of his cock as it poked its way into me.
I couldn't even feel his heavy body, actually. But I knew the weight was there because my breathing was impeded.
I could not feel his weight.
I could not feel his cock.
My legs were suddenly pulled tightly together.
"Ah, that's better," I heard him saying. "Now I can at least feel it. And enjoy it."
"You're not suppose to enjoy it," I heard Judd say. "You're only supposed to do it."
"Oh, I see. You really dig the broad, huh? Well, rules is rules. Right now, and until I pop, baby, she's mine. And I can enjoy all I want until I pop. That's the rule."
His body was sifting from me and pressing back into me, pulling that awful cock from and slipping it back into me.
Although there wasn't much sensation, I could tell that I was lubricated for his cock was slipping easily. It was working more smoothly in and out of me.
As best I could-without being too eager-I tried to help him. I tried to encourage him, to excite him. I wanted to get him to come so he would get off. I wanted to get this whole business over with as quickly as possible.
But I couldn't move.
"How's it feel, baby," I heard him mumble down at me. "How's it feel, good? Everybody-likes Harry's cock once they get used to it. You're getting used to it. How's it feel?"
"I don't feel it at all," I heard myself saying as if from far away. I was surprised to hear my own voice.
"Well, ain't that tough shit!" He spat in my face. "Ain't that just too fuckin' bad!"
I knew that I had angered him. He began slamming his body against mine, knocking the wind out of me with each thrust.
"For that," he went on, "I'm gonna take my sweet time. I'm gonna plow that furrow until you tell each of these guys how good it feels to be fucked by Harry's cock! I wanna hear you tell 'em. Hear? Tell 'em how good it is!"
His voice was becoming impatient. He was very angry, and he could, I reasoned, in my drunken haze, be very cruel if provoked at the wrong time.
"Tell 'em!" He slapped his groin against my passive form beneath him emphasizing his order.
"It's good," I mumbled. "Louder!"
"It's good," I repeated the words louder this time.
"How good."
"Real good."
"What's it feel like?" He was persisting.
"It feels like you're filling me up all the way. It's burning my cunt, stretching it. Making it feel real good."
As I said these things, I felt his cock grow harder and probe deeper. He needed the stimulation of talk to keep him going.
"It feels like a stud cock in me. A real stud cock-fucking me good-real good."
"Yeah, baby! You better believe it's good." His hips moved faster. He lunged into me hungrily. "That's a stud cock you got in you, cunt. A hot stud cock. Feel it? You feel it up there? Tell me you feel it up there. Come on, tell me!"
"Yes, I feel it up there," I agreed. Then I lied, "It feels good, too. Hot and hard and big way up there. Stud cock. Stud cock."
Repeating the phrase, I realized, excited him. I repeated it in a low, steady rhythm. Each time he heard it, his breath rasped as he inhaled quickly.
His cock began to swell inside of me. I could feel it as it slipped in and out, getting
"Oh, shit!" he spat. "She's gonna get it, fellas! She's gonna get my spunk! All of it!"
The head of his cock opened and four huge spurts of thick liquid burned into my channel.
Almost as quickly as he came, he rolled off me. His limp cock slipping from me with a loud slurping sound. He had spent all.
"All right, Mike," he said as he arose from the bed, "Let's see you take her on-'cept I don't see how anybody's gonna enjoy her after you're through with that dong of yours. She may be even torn apart! Who knows?"
I turned my head, sluggishly, and looked a Mike. There didn't seem to be anything unusual about him. His build was quite normal.
As he removed his shirt, I saw that his body was covered with a thick dark blanket of kinky hair. Not only was it on his chest, but also on his shoulders and most of his broad back. He reminded me of a mangy brown bear.
Beneath all that matted hair, I could see that he was well muscled and a bit heavy. But on the whole, his body was quite well-built.
When he removed his tight jeans, I saw that his legs were covered, as well, with the thick hair mat. His legs were thick. His thighs were tight and firm.
He was wearing jockey shorts. In his groin rested a large bulge. His cock was soft and limp. I had the feeling that he wasn't interested in me. I felt that he was doing this because it was expected of him.
He looked down at me almost passively. I could have been anyone-young, old, good, bad, indifferent. It would have made no difference to him. Or so I thought.
He bent forward, taking my breasts in his large hands. He closed his fingers as he scooped one tit into each hand. When he had them firmly in his grasp, he began pulling upward on them. They stretched away from my body.
At first I didn't mind. But soon, the pain became evident. In order to alleviate it, I shoved my breasts forward and lifted my body some off the bed. It was all to no avail. As soon as I would relieve the pressure, he would increase the pull again.
"Ow," I moaned, lazily, "you're hurting me.
"Yeah?" He increased the pull on my breasts. The pain increased.
My body started to ache. I brought my hands up to his and held him by the wrists. I hoped to reduce the pressure and pain.
"Does it really hurt?"
"Yes, please, don't."
As I said this, he reacted. He yanked on my tits harshly, lifting me fully off the mattress. I screamed.
"That's it, baby," he moaned softly, "show me a little life to Mike. Don't just lay there like a bump on a log. Show a little of that life.
Understand?"
I looked hopefully, toward Judd. He was sitting there, watching every move. He didn't show the slightest indication of concern. I was distressed.
Suddenly I screamed!
Mike had jerked and twisted suddenly on my breasts, causing sharp intense pains to shoot back through my flesh and across my shoulders and beneath my armpits.
"There, now. That's what it's all about, baby," he said to me. "Sex isn't eating a cream puff, you know. Sex is fun! It's alive! Show me you're alive!"
He pulled on my breasts again. Again I screamed. It felt as though my breasts were being torn from my body.
I clawed at his hands, trying to remove, them.
The slap across my face that he administered sent my head reeling. Stars filled my eyes. The stinging sensation immersed me. I tasted blood in my mouth. I guess I was about half-conscious. I felt as though I were falling, falling, falling.
It was a pleasant feeling. But it ended abruptly as my head hit the bed, which was suddenly hard instead of soft and yielding. But it wasn't the bed, it was Mike's knees. And it jolted me back into consciousness.
I opened my eyes. Mike appeared before my eyes. He loomed up above me, but upside down. And my scalp hurt. But I was more alert now. I supposed he must have released his hold on my breasts and grabbed my hair, swinging me up and over until my head collided with his bony hard kneecap.
"Now, bitch," he leered down, "see what's in store for you." And for emphasis, he twisted my breast again. Cruelly. He hadn't released both breasts at all, I realized as I screamed in pain and horror.
He dropped me abruptly. I fell back to the bed. I looked, inadvertently, at his groin. I was amazed, shocked, frightened.
It had swelled to immense proportions. The tight material contained him, but only just. It was stretched so tightly, and was pulled away from him so far that the elastic of the waist was pulled away from his stomach.
"Know what's in there?" He leered at me again, enjoying himself. Enjoying my pain. "That's my secret weapon! That, dear little cunt, is what I call my tamer."
I looked up at him and terror grabbed me by the neck. I was terrified by what I saw. His face was a mask of satanic delight. There was a cruel sneer on his lips. His dark eyes glinted with cruelty. There was a smirk on his face, a smirk of domination and it told me that I was going to feel more than pain and he was going to enjoy my agony.'
He reached down, and, grabbing my breasts again, he twisted on them. When I writhed from the pain, he suddenly yanked me to a sitting position. Using them as levers and handles, he hauled me to the edge of the bed. I was positioned so that my legs dangled over the edge and my face was parallel to his prick. I was ready to collapse the moment he turned loose of me. But he did not. "Kiss!" he spat.
I looked up at him. I was puzzled for I didn't know what he wanted me to do.
"Kiss!" As he repeated the command he hauled forward on my breasts, pulling me toward him.
My head rolled forward. His groin was so close that I could no longer focus my eyes on it. But I could smell it-hot.
My head rolled forward. His groin was so close that I could no longer focus my eyes on the damn thing. But dammit all, I could smell it ... masculine ... sweaty.
Even in my semi-stupor, I was tempted and tantalized.
I made contact with the soft material. I pressed my lips to it.
Underneath, I could feel the change that had taken place. I could feel the huge snake waiting there, coiled up into a firm ball. It just waited to be released.
"Kiss it," he said. He yelled at me now, administering a clout to the side of my aching head.
He released my tits, only to grab my ears. He ground my face into his crotch and pressed it hard against him. The soft material scratched as it scraped across my face.
I kissed as best I could.
"Better!" he ordered.
I tried to kiss better. I failed.
Again, he hit me. This time he almost knocked me over. I would have fallen had it not been for his other hand holding onto my other ear.
He took up his grinding motions of my head again. He pulled on first one ear, then the other to turn my face from side to side. He pulled me into him, increasing the contact between our bodies which were separated only by the jockey shorts.
I wanted to faint again. I wanted to escape this ordeal. I tried to relax and let the spinning of my head take me away. But it would not and I could not achieve fainting. It was just as well, for he would only have brought me back with a more torturous kind of devilment.
"Pull 'em down!" his voice was hard and venomous.
I took hold of the material at his hips and tugged it downward. It moved. His shorts were coming down.
When I had the elastic down over his ass, I could feel that it was covered with the same thick matting of hair that covered his body. I could feel the hard, hot flesh. It was tensed, as though to jump at any moment.
His cock came into sight. I was immediately sorry I had so willingly lowered his shorts. I knew, now, what was going to happen, and I didn't want it. Not at all!
But I was powerless.
I could not avoid it. I wanted Judd desperately and this was the price. I wanted Judd to hold me. I wanted Judd to seduce me.
I didn't want what I knew was coming.
Mike stepped out of his shorts. My head was still pressed against the hard upper side of his cock, which pointed downward, far below my chin.
His cock was huge. It was bigger even than Harry's. It was mammoth. And it was ugly. It was grotesque! I know it was all of three inches in diameter and no less than nine inches long.
But it was not a straight cock. It curved downward, sharply at almost a forty-five degree angle. I couldn't imagine my pussy accommodating such a monstrosity.
"Lick!"
My tongue came out, slowly, sluggishly, reluctantly, making contact with his hard flesh. I slid it back and forth across the breadth of his pecker, raising and lowering my head at his direction.
He took one hand from my head. Grasping his tool, raising it against his stomach, he bared the underside of it for my face.
I could see the veins sticking out on it. They webbed it all over, and they throbbed with the blood that was coursing into his cock, making it erect.
Again I caressed it with my tongue. I could feel the hardness of it. I tasted the saltiness of his sweat.
In spite of myself, I was beginning to enjoy it. For a moment I forgot the room full of men. Mike dominated my consciousness-he and that awful monstrosity that he called his cock.
I continued to lap at it until it glistened wet and shiny from my saliva. As yet, I hadn't touched its head. He hadn't let nie. Each time that I would approach it, he would tilt my lips away from it or move his hips so that I could not reach it.
Consequently, the entire shaft of his member was slick and wet, but the large pink deformed head remained untouched.
"Now, my little cunt," I heard him telling me, "comes the best part: the head. Look at it!"
I looked at it. It was hard and swollen, shiny from the tension of his erection. It was also wet from his excitement, a drop of which still clung to the puckered hole.
"I want you to love that head, baby, and love it good. If you do a good job, we may make it a little easier on you. But if I feel a single tooth, you're in trouble! Got that?" Saying this, he yanked my head up to face him. The pull hurt my ears.
I tried to nod my understanding. I was fighting to stay calm. I must stay relaxed, for there was no other way that I could possibly have taken that head and not touched it with my teeth. And I wasn't too sure that I would be able to do it, no matter how relaxed I was.
It might be physically impossible!
"Let me see you open your mouth." He held my head steady so he could watch me.
I complied. I opened my mouth wide, training my attention on concealing my teeth.
"Hmmm, not bad. Not bad at all. Now, let's see how you are on the job."
My head was being pressed against his cock now. The firm but pliant flesh was pressing against my mouth. It was prying its way into my face. It was spreading my lips.
I fought to open my mouth so that my teeth would be out of the way. It continued to press against me. It continued to enter me, yet, I couldn't relax. I had to fight to keep from biting it.
It touched my tongue. Immediately, I started caressing the crown of his member with my tongue. I slipped it in quick little circles, licking up his moisture and wetting the whole head.
When I felt the head slip fully into my mouth, I was able to relax. I knew now what I had in my mouth. I could gauge myself so as not to use my teeth. It wasn't as bad as I had feared.
I held still, unmoving. I kept my lips pressed tightly around his manhood.
Suddenly I wanted to vomit. I wanted to throw up. I needed, desperately, to puke. The sadistic bastard was pissing in my mouth! I didn't swallow.
My mouth continued to fill.
"You better take it. There's an awful lot more of it where that came from."
I closed my eyes tightly, fighting back tears and sickness. With all my might I strove to stay calm.
But I could not. Not with my mouth full of his urine.
Even as fortified with alcohol as I was, I couldn't accept the thought. Something inside of me continued to rebel.
"Swallow!" he shouted. "Swallow it! Take it!" I could tell by the sound of his voice that he meant business.
Inhaling a great amount of air through my nostrils, I swallowed. Hard. Fast.
It was gone.
There was left a strange flavor. It was a taste I cannot describe. The liquid I had worked down my throat was at once hot and cold-tepid.
There was a distinct salty taste. But there was another one which I couldn't identify.
Before I could relax, recuperate and give any thought to what had just happened, I felt my mouth filling again. And again I felt the cool warmness of his urine filling me. Again I swallowed.
The flow was slower, steadier. I found that by swallowing regularly, I could keep up with the flow. I could also feel the liquid running down into my stomach. Although I hated the whole thing, it didn't stop me from doing it to keep Judd.
Mike continued to hold my head steady. He held me away from him so that only the head of his cock was lodged in my mouth. He continued to piss.
It seemed like he pissed for hours. During that time, I became oblivious of the world. I found that I was concentrating on the effort of swallowing. Somehow, too, I found that I was beginning to like it.
But then the flow of his fluid began to diminish. There was not as much to swallow as before. Nor was it as hard to swallow as before.
As the flow subsided, his cock grew harder. The head swelled more. My head was being pulled back and forth over it. The movements were short, stroking only into the mouth.
Suddenly, I had an uncontrollable urge to plunge down on that cock head. I tried, but the hands held me steady. They controlled my movements.
My hands had been roaming over Mike's body. I had been stroking the hardness of his muscles, tickling him by teasing the hairs which covered him.
His body tensed and he became more excited.
"Oh, no! Shit, no! Not this way! Not now! Not yet!"
I felt his cock begin to throb. I, immediately and happily, began working my tongue over the head. Frantically, I stabbed at his piss hole and rubbed the underside of his cock head.
It worked!
He reached orgasm. Huge globs of his sperm shot into my mouth. I could taste it. I could feel it. I wanted to be sick, but I was beyond all that. I had been caught up in his excitement.
I let his cream fill my mouth to nearly overflowing. Then, I swallowed, taking from him all the liquid that was discharged in my mouth. I drained him of all that he gave of his masculinity.
He continued to stroke into me, however, trying to keep his erection. But he could not. With each stroke I felt him soften a little more.
Suddenly he pulled away from me. Shoving me back onto the bed, he began to crawl on top of me.
"No, you don't!" Judd was on his feet shouting. "You came!"
"But I ain't had a chance to fuck her. She only blew me! I still get to screw her."
"Now you don't. Not now. You came and that's it!"
"Rules is rules," Harry intoned. "You've had it, fella." Harry's word was law. He adhered to the rules and expected his members to do so as well.
Reluctantly and slowly, Mike crawled off me. He was working his cock in his hand, trying to retain a hard-on.
"It's no fair," he complained, almost wailed, "I didn't get to sample the pussy, and that's what we're here for."
"The rule is that if you come, you've had it. Now, abide. You came, didn't you?"
"Yeah." Mike was sullen. I wondered if he would try to cause trouble over me at some later date.
"Well," said Harry who was getting impatient, "what the hell are you complaining for?" Turning to the others he said, "Who's next?"