When I’d finally buried the full length of myself inside her I leaned in an began kissing her tears, grasping her wrists as Sylvia released them. She used shared experiences that she’d engineered with drink, drugs, petty crime, and of course sex. She was definitely the kind of girl who was used to getting any cock she wanted, and if she’d wanted mine it wasn’t entirely my fault. She had the perfect combination of imagination and pragmatism that I knew would take her far in life. Apparently her own had been with an older guy and it had been mediocre at best. Turned out that cracking Sabine and bringing her into the fold had taken some delicacy of finesse on Mary-Beth’s part, but she considered worth the effort the first time she saw Sabine on the field.
