Chapter 3

The man's head descended slowly toward her gently trembling thighs and Melanie's body jerked convulsively as his lips invaded the privacy of her pubic mound. His hotly slavering tongue speared forward like a lizard in flight as the brutal molester planted a noisy wet kiss on the palpitating flanges of her slowly opening cunt.

"Ohhhhhh," she groaned piteously, and Gerome shot a worried look up over her heaving white breasts to her face, but the girl was still not conscious of precisely what was happening to her. Melanie's hands crept down to her high-set sensuous breasts and her fingers unconsciously continued to stroke the thickly swollen nipples, keeping them hard and erect while the big burly man burrowed in between her widely spread legs, his lips lapping away hungrily at the moist pink furrow of her loins as if he had completely lost his mind.

The criminally aroused girl began to thrash her head wildly from side to side, her hips jerking convulsively as his hotly searing tongue traced a lewd path up and down the full length of her narrow wet cuntal slit, occasionally forcing its depraved way into the elastic-rimmed opening of her palpitating little vagina. Then, farther down, the conscienceless man paused a moment to pay his lewd respects to the small circular opening of her pinkly clasping anus, bringing a special kind of agonized groan from her lips.

Gerome was amazed at the speed with which this strange young brunette was becoming excited. She was obviously not a girl with a great deal of experience in bed, in fact he could easily deduce from the tightness of her vagina, but she was becoming more erotically aroused by the moment and he realized that she was one of those women who are red-hot for sex without ever consciously realizing it. Once the marijuana had blunted the fine edge of her prudish morality, she became one hot little bitch and there were no two ways about it!

Nor had he ever expected to have a little fireball like this at his complete disposal. As he nosed his way through the sweet smelling little triangle of raven-black pussy hair for another merciless tongue-thrust up into the moist sanctuary of her defenseless vagina, he felt the orgiastic fluids from deep inside her lust-wracked body starting to flow and realized that she was enjoying this as much as he was, unconscious or not. And she was too excited and too doped up to fight off anything he did to her now. The sky was the limit as far as this chick was concerned!

Her hands snaked down into his thick, white-blond, hair, and Gerome felt the drugged young coed forcing his face even farther into the rapidly moistening mysteries of her freely flowing body as she groaned almost incessantly under the vicious tongue-lashing he was giving her. As he stuck his tongue directly into her tiny clasping pussy-hole, the man delightedly felt the smooth inner walls of her cunt contract with a definite sucking motion as if she wanted to seize it and drag it up inside of her. At the same time, the girl's long, finely tapered legs began to get into the act, slipping dexterously up around his neck and taking him prisoner as if she wanted to hold him there between her silk-soft thighs forever.

Every fiber in Melanie's body seemed to be burning with some slow all-consuming flame and each time the wildly sucking man tongue-fucked into her, the muscles in her thighs reacted and her hips thrust back up against his face. Her legs splayed apart even farther, instinctively giving him the greatest possible access to the most private part of her body, and Gerome played it for all it was worth. At last! He could not take another moment's delay. He had to have her, and now!

Breaking free of the deathgrip of her thighs, he slithered his eagerly tensed body up over hers, pausing only to bob his head down and nip teasingly at the flaccid yielding flesh around each turgid nipple until she groaned half-consciously for mercy. His long unsheathed dagger of make flesh moved in for the kill, and with one abrupt forward-flicker of his hips, he brought the fat, blood-engorged tip of his cock into immediate contact with the openly quivering lips of her well moistened cunt. Her thighs were spread as wide as humanly possible and the little wet furrow of her vagina seemed to be begging for it.

Gerome could hardly suppress an unfeeling snicker as he contemplated what the deceived young coed would think the following morning when she surveyed her ravaged body in the mirror and wondered what on earth could possibly have happened to her. He would love to be there to see it, and in fact, he could be, thanks to the concealed compartment and the two-way mirror.

Melanie's mind by this time was more fogged . and confused than ever. She had no idea what was happening to her and she only knew that there was a terrible longing emptiness at the base of her stomach, a void which screamed to be filled at any cost. Her firmly rounded buttocks were grinding back and forth as if a steady stream of electric current were passing through it, and Gerome had to struggle with her wildly contorting body just to hold her down on the bed. Then, suddenly reaching down between their tensely straining bodies with his hand, he guided the quivering shaft of his massively swollen cock directly into the target, running it up through the narrow valley of her buttocks and then posing it right at the eagerly seeping entrance to her vagina.

Melanie felt him push, testing the elastic-rimmed tightness of her warmly throbbing little vagina. The man was big and his bludgeoning rod of flesh was too thick for the narrow aperture. Gerome knew that he was going to have to fight his way in, but the sound-proofed walls of the room would prevent her screams from being heard on the street. Taking a deep breath and steadying himself on all fours, he shoved forward up between her trembling milk-white thighs.

"Nooooooh!" she screamed out as the man's lust-inflated cock forced its way past the tightly unwilling cuntal ring and buried its massive throbbing tip just inside the fragile fleshy walls of her cruelly stretched vagina. "Aaaaaaggghhh!!!"

But there was no turning back for Gerome now, and a little screaming did not bother him in the slightest. In fact, it increased his pleasure considerably and he shoved all the harder, deciding to finish the job of impaling her in one more quick lunge.

"Ugggh!" she gurgled in agony as he ploughed his way into her to the hilt, slamming up against her futilely writhing body until his balls slapped harshly against her unprotected little anus. The girl's long, splendidly-formed legs were once again moving wildly, knocking out frantically on either side of his hard pillaging body as she struggled uselessly to escape this ferocious assault. But it was hopeless and had she not been completely knocked out on marijuana, she would have seen precisely how hopeless it was. Each agonized jerk of her brutally implaced body only served to insert his hard-charging penis deeper into the warm moist softness of her cunt, and her piteous groans for mercy only stimulated the cruelly sadistic man to greater heights of depraved passion.

The drugged young coed's mind was thoroughly befuddled and she felt as if she were being split down the middle like a sacrificial lamb. The hard-skewering rod of flesh seemed to be running all the way up inside her body, so deep that she could almost taste it in the back of her throat. Her dazzled mind made a few tentative attempts to orient itself, but the clouds of marijuana prevented her from thinking clearly for as much as an instant. In her private dream world, the kindly protective Joe Brown had just changed back into her cruelly-smiling boyfriend Tony and she knew somehow that it would be a waste of time to beg him for mercy. He was punishing her for having cheated him that night in his father's car, and she deserved every bit of it.

Gerome looked down on the girl's nakedly suffering body with triumphant joy, knowing that she had never been penetrated at all. If she had been a virgin ten minutes ago, she was no longer a virgin now, and he had surged into her with such speed and determination that he had hardly noticed whether his bull-dozing cock had swept away the fragile membrane of her virginity or not. It did not make much difference now, and he smiled cruelly as he listened to the tormented howls of pain whimpering from her open mouth, and watched her arms outstretched on the pillow in total surrender as she writhed nakedly beneath him, her lips bared back over her teeth in a tight grimace of agony.

Trying to excite himself even more, the cruel whoremaster raised his great muscle-hardened body up in the air and gazed down to the point where his golden blonde pubic hair meshed lewdly with her faint dark fuzz, and his huge, lust-engorged cock disappeared up into the pinkly glistening flesh of her cunt. He held her still for a moment, enjoying the scene and savoring this moment of animal conquest, wishing there had been someone else there to see how skillfully he had dominated this sleek-bodied, heavy-breasted princess from another world.

Melanie was still thoroughly lost in her private universe of drug-ridden fantasy, but one thing was real and concrete to her; there was a man's long hard penis completely embedded in her formerly unpenetrated young vagina and she could feel every ridge and indentation in the long punishing rod. It wormed inside of her like some horrendous species of animal with its head nestled snugly against the delicate tip of her cervix and at the other end, she could feel the ridiculous tickle of his sperm-laden testicles as they danced lewdly in the narrow moist crevice of her buttocks. It had become a part of her now and somehow the pain seemed to be slowly receeding. She had wanted so desperately to be filled, filled at any cost, and now she was empty no longer!

The change in her body was slight, almost unnoticeable, but Gerome had been in a lot of beds in his time and the big man had grown sensitive to the moods of his sex-partners. Experimentally, he flexed his organ, bringing a soft whimper to her lips, but not the sullen cry of anguish he had expected. It was working, he told himself triumphantly. The lust-stimulating marijuana had done the trick again. This little girl was already balancing precariously on the tightrope between agony and ecstasy!

He flexed his penis deep within her steaming cuntal flesh, withdrawing himself an inch or two and then worming his way back in to his original position. Her eyes remained tightly shut, but no sound of pain issued now from between her sensually parted lips. Yes, it was time for him to go to work!

Still moving slowly and cautiously, Gerome retreated until the heavy bulbous tip of his cock was left just inside her moist tender pussyhole and then ploughed smoothly forward, and the groan which involuntarily escaped from her lips told him clearly that she was no longer in any condition to object to anything he chose to do to her from now on. Her dark beautiful head was lolling from side to side on the soft whiteness of the pillow, and at the same moment, Gerome could feel the soft regular undulations of her hips as the rhythm of his strokes communicated itself to her love-starved body.

Despite the continuing fog in her brain, Melanie herself was partically conscious of the fact that her body was coming to life. The pain had departed now, replaced by a soft excruciating tingle which started somewhere deep down inside of her cock-stuffed belly and spread inexorably out through the rippling tissues of her cunt into the milk-white flesh of her widely-spread thighs. The strange, all-pervasive sensation worked its way up along her back bone until the unbearable stimulation arrived at the lewdly swaying twin peaks of her breasts, making her tiny brown nipples stand out even more strongly than before.

Gerome looked down upon her with unconcealed delight as he felt her hips begin to rotate lustfully from side to side and the tiny contracting muscles of her vagina start to nibble hungrily at the lust inflated head of his long stiffened penis. Every time the man surged brutally up into her, the widely-dilated lips of her hair-lined pink pussy slit seemed to cling to the blood filled thickness of his cock, disappearing up inside of her as he skewered forward. On the backstroke, the frail pink cuntal tissue seemed to cling to the thick blue-veined skin of his penis as if the girl was reluctant to let him go.

And her body movements were becoming fiercer and more frantic by the moment as her sexual tension increased. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck as if they had been lovers for a year, and the flat smooth plane of her stomach slapped into his slightly protuberant belly as she bucked beneath him like an untamed dilly. She was straining to cum, he realized, struggling like a madwoman for sexual release in the arms of a man she did not know and had never seen before!

Gerome found this bizarre situation extraordinarily stimulating and he grinned as he heard the lewd wet sluicing sound coming from between their two desperately straining bodies. Her knees were lifted high up off the bed now with the soles of her feet planted flat on the mattress and her head jammed cruelly up against the head-board of the bed. In her drug-dazzled mind, her lover had once again become the kind considerate young man she had met that day on the bus, and she cried to him with all her heart as the inexorable spasm began to sweep over her, tossing her tormented body like a ship swamped by a tidal wave.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" she sang to him. "Joe ... Joe ... it's happening to me! I'm cumming!"

Gerome nearly went out of his mind as she gurgled out this wildly erotic orgasm, running her sharp fingernails across the broad muscular expanse of his back and sucking voraciously on his tongue. The bouncer tried to hold back and prolong his own pleasure, but the pressure was too intensive for his incredibly excited cock to sustain. As her legs entwined around his lustfully pumping buttocks pulling him even farther up into the secret recesses of her womb, the white-hot heat and tension built up impossibly high in his wildly swinging crevice of her buttocks.

"You little whore!" he mumbled as the hot sticky cum poured irresistibly out of him. Melanie felt the head of his cock suddenly begin to swell and throb as if it were in the process of exploding, and then came the moment of release which both of them had instinctively been praying for. Like white-hot lava from an erupting volcano, his molten male cum stormed into her body, ricocheting around the grasping inner walls of her cunt as he creamed endlessly into her.

When the orgasm had finally ended, Gerome lifted himself up on both his arms, a foolish grin on his face, expecting to find her eyes open and looking at him with fear. Instead, she gave every indication of having gone to sleep. All the years of repressed sexual tension finally released, Melanie had succumbed finally to the pervasive effect of the marijuana she'd smoked and passed out cold.

"Sleep tight, little college girl," he told her unconscious form as he slowly removed his gradually deflating penis from her over-worked little cunt, "Because I got big plans for you tomorrow!"

Melanie awoke slowly like a patient coming out of the ether after an operation, becoming gradually conscious of her surroundings. Yes, it was the same room and somehow she saw that she had managed to fall asleep with the light still lit. Her body felt as bruised and battered as if she had gone fifteen rounds in the ring with a heavyweight boxer, and she did not feel particularly rested or refreshed, even though her watch informed her that she had slept for eight full hours.

When she got her sleepy eyes all the way open, however, the real surprise awaited her. The glimsy shortie nightie she had worn to bed had somehow been ripped off her body and thrown on the floor! She had spent the entire night spread-eagled on the bed, naked as a baby and without so much as a sheet to protect her from the night air. Fortunately the room had been warm or she might have caught a serious chill.

Alarmed, Melanie pulled the covers up from the bottom of the bed and snuggled into the soft spacious mattress, noticing as she did so that portions of the sheet below her were stained for some reason. The whole situation perplexed her. As she moved, there was a dull ache between her legs, as if her period was beginning or she had just spent a particularly long afternoon on horseback. What did all of this mean?

Then she remembered the dream. What madness, yes, it all came back to her now, she had this hopelessly erotic dream about being in bed and making love to the boy named Joe whom she had met on the bus coming to Dallas. A shiver ran through her nakedly battered body as she trembled beneath the covers recalling that dream. The things she had permitted him to do to her! Naturally, since it had been a dream, all those perversely wicked things had come from deep within her own subconscious. There must be a streak of evil down deep inside of me, she decided, which only comes out while I'm sleeping!

Yes, it made sense. Melanie had had erotic dreams before, particularly after an evening in the back seat of Tony's father's car, although nothing as wild as this! They had always been fleeting, barely-remembered fragments, nothing as solid and realistic as this dream had been.

In fright, Melanie crossed her hands protectively across the two fearfully heaving mounds of her breasts, and gave a cry of unexpected pain. Her nipples were painfully bruised! One hand shot down between her legs and she produced another alarmed yelp. There were sensitive black-and-blue marks on the soft white skin of her thighs! And worse of all-she blushed even to think the thought-her maidenly little vagina felt as if MONGOL HOARDS had marched through it all night long! What did this mean?

One thing for sure, this had been no ordinary dream. From the looks of things, she could only guess that she had suffered some kind of sexual blackout which must also have involved ... she could hardly bring herself to admit it, but the evidence of her naked body was too clear to be denied ... since she had been alone in the room last night, she could only have done these things to herself. And it was time to stop using nice words for it. She had masturbated, masturbated wildly and there was no other explanation!

A feeling of bitter shame swept over the girl and she remembered all the vague lectures she had received from her mother about purity and wholesomeness. So this is what she had been talking about! Melanie tried to reassure herself by thinking logically that the depraved act had been involuntary and therefore not a sinful thing, but an intense feeling of guilt doggedly stayed with her and would not go away.

It must have been the bus ride, she decided. I got myself overtired and overexcited and then all that dirty talk about prostitutes with Joe....She suddenly realized that it had been Joe Brown's image she had embraced with such violent passion the previous night. God, how could she ever face him again?

Well, there was no point in spending the whole day morbidly dwelling on the dreadful thing which had happened to her. She had learned something profoundly frightening about herself, that was for sure, and she could think of no way of being positive that it would not happen again, but it was futile to sit around worrying about it hour after hour.

One thing was certain, however. It would be a good idea to get out of this hotel. Her room was clean and pleasant, but the total silence was already starting to get on her nerves. She noticed that she could hear nothing from the outside; no footsteps in the hall, or trucks passing or birds singing. It was nine o'clock in the morning and all around her there was the total silence of an undiscovered tomb. It was eerie and a little bit frightening.

There was something strange about Ruby's, she decided. For one thing, she had noticed in the taxi that the "hotel" was a long way from the university district, in a distinctly run-down section of the city. And the more she thought about Mr. Gerome, the manager, the less likely it seemed that troubled students would bring their problems to someone like him. She could not put her finger precisely on what it was that troubled her about the place, but she felt distinctly uneasy here and the sooner she checked in at the university, the happier she would be.

The first order of business was a hot bath. There was strange dried white stuff all over her legs and she plunged joyously into a tub of hot water and scrubbed until her body sparkled with cleanliness. Then she dressed quickly, re-packed and headed for the door.

The door was locked.

Ruby was sitting in an attractive stripped house-coat with her well-groomed greying black hair in curlers, her sweet grandmotherly face in a tight smile as she listened to her good friend Gerome recount his nocturnal adventures.

"So this proves what I been saying all along," he asserted.

"I'm still worried, Gerome dear, Suppose her father starts searching for her?"

"Look, we can sit her down and make her write two letters, one to the university saying that she ain't coming, and one to her parents telling him that she's already registered and havin' a ball. That way nobody worries."

"And you really think she'll bring the customers in?"

"Ruby, you been running a whorehouse for forty years now and you still don't know nuttin' about men," complained the bouncer eagerly. "First, this girl is the best looking piece of tail I seen in a dog's age, and anybody in their right mind'd give his eye teeth to stick their cock into her. On top of that, she's got real class. I mean she talks nice and acts like a real high class broad."

"And she doesn't want to have anything to do with an establishment like ours," pointed out Ruby, sipping a little dark rum from her habitual teacup.

"And that's just what makes it perfect. These guys are tired of the kind of broad who just flops on her back and spreads her knees. That little girl up-stairs is gonna fight like a wild cat and the John's will have to slap her around first if he wants to get any action out of her."

"So you think that this will stimulate our customers?"

"Wait a minute, you ain't heard the half of it," Proclaimed the sadistic whorehouse attendent. "This chick is real screwed up in the head because she really wants it worse than a bird wants worms. Once you get inside of her and start fuckin' around, she turns on like a clock radio. Man, you shoulda seen the sparks fly last night when I was riding her. What a wild cat she is!"

"Gerome, you're a knuckle-head, but you just may have something here," conceded the madam, starting to be convinced. "But what's her body like? No john is going to spend good money on some flat chested little college girl even if she can talk fancy and wiggle her hips."

"Ruby, you gotta see for yourself. Come on, we'll go and have a talk with the little lady and have an official inspection."

Melanie jumped as the door burst open without warning, but she recovered with surprising quickness and turned on her tormentors with real indignation.

"What's the meaning of this?" she stormed, knowing now that something underhanded was going on. "Why was that door locked?"

"See what I mean," said Gerome, turning to Ruby and behaving precisely as if she were not there. "A real hell-cat and she uses good grammar too."

"Yes, she's a nice-looking young lady as well. I didn't get a good look at her last night, but now I see what you mean. Are her tits real or is she wearing falsies?"

"Nah, that's all her," affirmed Gerome excitedly, stepping forward and adroitly squeezing one of Melanie's high full breasts before the girl had a chance to dodge away. "You, take off yer clothes and let Ruby get a good look at ya'."

"I'll do nothing of the kind...." Melanie began spiritedly, but the man's big hand came suddenly out of nowhere and caught her full on the side of the face, sending her sprawling across the bed.

"Do what I tells you, bitch!" he growled at her menacingly, but the gentle lady corrected her assistant sharply for this breech of good manners.

"No, Gerome, I really must ask that you cease that sort of thing at once. You know I do not tolerate violence in my presence."

"Ah, I'm sorry, Ruby. Would you like to step out of the room while I beat 'er up?"

"No, not in this case, because I think that this young lady will listen to reason. But in the future, if you find it necessary to use force, I would prefer that you employ that whip in the cabinet. The sting is quite adequate and, as you know, it leaves no marks. Our customers would not appreciate finding ugly bruises or black-and-blue marks on this charming young body."

"I insist. ,." Melanie began again, bewildered by all that was happening to her, but her eyes followed Gerome's movements as he obediently went to the cabinet on the wall, unlocked it, and extracted a cruel looking leather whip which he brandished in her face. Stunned, she fell silent and Ruby continued in her school teacher's voice.

"Now, as you see, young lady, we are in a position to give orders and expect obedience, so you will do what you are told. I would like to see you naked please."

"No!"

"Excellent," commented the madam. "She is very high spirited. The customers will certainly enjoy overcoming that kind of resistance. Gerome, please strike her moderately hard on the backs of her legs."

Melanie backed away in terror as the zealous goon moved forward, but he had her neatly trapped between the bed and the wall and there was no escape. With a sickening hiss, the whip sailed through the air and connected painfully with the soft flesh on the backs of her knees.

"Aaaggghhh!" she screamed hoarsely, trying to

.scramble over the bed while Gerome his her again as she struggled away from him, this time creasing the backs of her milk white thighs just below the twin half moons of her desirable young buttocks.

"Now, without further ado, kindly strip yourself naked," ordered the smiling greying lady, "or I shall step out of the room for a minute and allow Gerome to tear the clothes off of your body by brute force. I assure you he will use the whip very thoroughly if you put him to so much trouble."

Her cheeks smeared with tears, the girl realized that she had very little choice in the matter. Either she obeyed these two monsters or they would cut her to ribbons with that whip, and the intensely painful smarting on her legs informed her clearly that her courage had melted as far as the lash was concerned. Never in her entire life having known the slightest physical discomfort, she was discovering that she was not as brave as she thought she was. Gerome moved menacingly in her direction again, and her hands flew to the buttons on her blouse.

"Oh please...." she mumbled in fear and confusion. "Why?"

"Never mind the questions," snapped the brothel-keeper a little acidly. "You have twenty seconds to get naked or Gerome will use the whip again. You see how much he enjoys it."

There was no longer any question about complying with their demands. Frightened out of her mind, the tall lush dark haired young coed rapidly undid the buttons on her blouse and slid it off her smooth creamy shoulders. The short skirt dropped to the floor next, revealing her long tapered legs. Glancing at the pair nervously, Melanie fumbled with the snap on her brassiere and released the proud twin mounds of her full womanly breasts. Around her brown pointed nipples, the marks Gerome had left on her the night before were still visible and Ruby grinned sadistically at the sight. Melanie kept hoping they would say that they had seen enough and tell her to stop, but Gerome gestured with the whip at her frail white cotton panties and Melanie, blushing with shame and humiliation, bent from the waist and slipped them off, baring the battered and bruised region of her vagina to the cruel eyes which were trained upon her.

"Gerome, I believe this time you have found us a gold mine," commented Ruby, walking around the nakedly shivering girl and examining her from all angles with the critical eye of an expert. "She looks like a model from one of those men's magazines you've always got your nose in. She'll do very nicely."

"Wha ... what are you going to do with me?" quavered Melanie unhappily, finding her tongue at last.

Instead of snapping at her, Ruby smiled pleasantly for a change, patting one of the girls large, lust inciting breasts as she spoke.

"You, my dear, will be privileged to fulfill your true function as a woman," she explained with a kindly expression on her sweet old face. "Alas, I am too old and men no longer desire me. But you will drive them bananas!"

"My function ... I don't understand."

"These college girls ain't too bright," observed Gerome with scorn. "We gonna send some guys in here and you gotta fuck 'em. That clear enough for ya?"

It was. Her cheeks reddening into a deeper blush, Melanie's eyes burned with indignation.

"Never!" she spat back at them, finding her courage at last. "I would never do such a thing!"

"That's perfect," commented Ruby happily, glancing at her cohort. "See how her eyes flash."

"Yeah, she's gonna be great," agreed the whorehouse strongman. "We're gonna get rich with this little broad."

"I absolutely will not cooperate!" Melanie shouted, a little perplexed at their reactions. "I demand that you release me immediately or I will call the police."

To Melanie's utter consternation, this seemed to be precisely the way they wanted her to act, since the two brothel operators smiled at each other knowingly as Gerome began to gather up the girl's disgarded clothing and stuff it into her suitcase.

"Don't you understand?" she pleaded with them, totally confused by their attitude. "I'm not a prostitute. I ... I'm still a virgin!"

After all that had happened, Melanie was not totally sure that this was the strict scientific fact of the matter, but she calculated that they would hardly be in a position to dispute her. Unfortunately, her claim simply produced another round of rauchous laughter.

"Sure you are, baby," sneered Gerome. "Hey listen, did you have any strange dreams last night?"

At these words, the girl's mind really went into a tail spin. So it had not been her imagination! Something actually had happened the previous night!

"I ... I don't understand," she said, burying her face in her hands as she stood nakedly before them.

"Baby, you were great!" Gerome proclaimed crudely. "About the best fuck I ever had, and probably the best you've ever had too, although I'd like to know some more about this guy Joe you kept talking about."

Utterly demolished, the girl sank back on the bed, cowering beneath her two heartless tormentors while they poured a steady stream of harsh mocking laughter upon her.

"Didn't your mommy ever tell you about taking funny-looking cigarettes from strangers?" Gerome continued to rub it in. "Here's the rest of the pack, baby, you're gonna need 'em!"