Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 3 -- Interventions
Part: 28 of 40
Universe: The Pact
Summary: The boys hatch a plan to energize the football team using their
excess feminine resources -- but they stumble onto something dark in the
process...
Content: MF M-dom oral ir

The Pact:  Episode 3 -- Interventions

Chapter 28

	Frank sat back from his bowl of Vietnamese noodle soup and looked
over at Jiang Yi, who was sitting on his left pretending to watch TV.  Frank
had been doing just that -- and ignoring her -- all through dinner, with the
exception of telling her to 'sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up' when she
made to leave.  Jiang Yi couldn't figure Frank out; he made irascible
comments, but he didn't seem to be angry about anything.  The confrontation
with the chef's knife was a little scary to her; she'd been angry to the
point that she was willing to follow through on the threat -- but Frank had
just sat there looking at her as if the whole knife thing was totally
irrelevant and not a threat.  Now, he was treating her like furniture --
except when she decided to leave.  The man had no manners at all and talked
to her as if she was a dog or something -- but he seemed perfectly at ease
with the situation, as if it was a normal thing for him -- and that made
Jiang Yi nervous and tentative.  As a result, she'd been sitting and
fidgeting for half an hour while he ate.

	"Awright," Frank directed, eyeing her.  "Go clean up -- shouldn't
take much, since it was takeout.  Bring me another beer -- I'll be on the
couch."  He got up and walked over to the couch and sat without looking at
her.

	Jiang Yi fumed.  Obviously, she was just a servant here.  Well, she
would toss the leftovers in the trash and wash the utensils, hand Frank his
beer and leave -- and then she was going to give that Toby a piece of her
mind, by God!  She cleaned up -- tossing things around and banging cupboard
doors and such, collected Frank's beer and stomped into the living room to
stand before him.  "Here."  She shoved the beer at him, then rasped
sarcastically, "Will there be anything else?"

	"Yah," Frank looked up at her, apparently unmoved by her attitude.
"Siddown and shut up -- you're blockin' the TV."

	Jiang Yi, flustered and angry, began looking around for somewhere to
sit.  "On the fuckin' couch," Frank rasped, apparently aggrieved at her
stupidity.  "You think I sit on this thing for my health when I've got a
perfectly good fuckin' recliner?"

	Flustered, Jiang Yi parked her ass -- none too gently -- on the
couch.  There didn't seem to be any good method of guessing what Frank would
want next -- or when.

	Frank was pretty quick to move on, however, reaching out to wrap an
arm around her and tug her closer.  Jiang Yi scooted closer; Frank didn't
seem to be satisfied until she was leaning against his left side.  But then
he floored her again...  "Hold this," he directed, handing her his beer
bottle.  While she sat there, staring at the bottle in her hands, Frank slid
his right hand under her blouse.  When she eyed him, confused, Frank grinned.
"You don't know which end is up, do ya?"

	"No."  The answer was so obvious she probably didn't need to utter
it.

	"Why are you here?"

	"I was told to come."

	"And that's the only reason?" Frank prompted.

	"I...  don't understand."

	"You understand, all right," Frank insisted.  "Way I hear it, you've
got a permanent case of PMS."

	"I'm just angry," Jiang Yi rasped.

	"What about?"

	"Men!  And boys, too!"

	"What about 'em?"

	"All they do is use you and toss you aside!  Look at you!"  She waved
his beer bottle.  "I'm a fucking coaster!"

	"So you get used and tossed..." Frank muttered.

	"I don't even get used!" Jiang Yi erupted bitterly.  "I'm supposed to
be grateful for that!"  She blinked a few times -- the world had gone
suddenly blurry.

	"Are you?" Frank asked quietly.

	Jiang Yi threw her hands to her face and broke out in a wail.

	"Thought so."  Frank rescued his beer bottle -- it was in danger of
spilling -- and pulled the crying woman against him.

	Jiang Yi had a lot of crying to do, it turned out -- a lot more than
Frank expected.  He ended up lowering her across his lap and hauling her wet
eyeglasses off her face and rubbing whatever felt handy -- which started out
as her arm and shoulder, but migrated eventually to her left tit -- while he
watched TV and finished his beer.  There wasn't shit he could do for her but
let her get it out, he figured.  Finally, she stopped sniffling and he got a
petulant, "Stop feeling me up!"

	"No."  Frank was matter-of-fact about it.

	"What do you mean, no?"

	"No ain't hard to understand.  You've heard it before.  Shut the fuck
up.  If you need something stuck in your mouth for a pacifier, that lump
under your head will do the job."  Frank looked to his left.  "And get your
fuckin' shoes off the couch!"

	"I thought..."

	"You thought what?  The world changed?  Maybe it did, and maybe it
didn't -- either way, we probably won't fuckin' know until tomorrow.  You're
still a bitch, and I'm still a bastard -- but right now you're MY bitch and
you'll do what I tell ya!" Frank rasped.  "Now lose the shoes!"

	"Okay!"  Jiang Yi cranked herself around to get a grip on a shoe and
dropped it onto the floor.  Frank noted with amusement that she didn't get up
but tried to do it lying across him.  When she'd finished and started to
stretch back out, he directed, "Sit up a second.  Raise your arms."  Jiang Yi
gave him a glance, but did as she was told.  Frank grabbed her blouse at the
tails and flipped it over her head.  "Now lose the bra."  Jiang Yi gave him
another look, but complied.  "Awright, lay back down.  While you're at it,
you can open my zipper and tell my dick all about what a good girl you are
and how you want him buried in you somewhere all the time."

	Jiang Yi hung her head and eyed Frank sidelong.  "You do, don't ya?"
he prompted.  Jiang Yi nodded, shamefaced.  "It'd suck if it was only two
inches long, wouldn't it?" Frank chuckled.

	"It isn't," Jiang Yi whispered.  She'd just spent twenty minutes
inhaling his male musk and feeling it unfurl and harden against her cheek
through his work pants; it was more than big enough for her to want.

	Frank grunted.  "I'm gonna get out of my pants so I ain't all cramped
up.  You go get me another beer."

	Jiang Yi shook her head and padded off to the kitchen.  'First he's
nice, then he's a bastard, then he's nice, then...'  She had no idea what
planet he was from; all she knew was that she'd let her guard down and was
defenseless -- and he would probably end up hurting her.

	Frank used the time to undo his heavy workboots and get out of his
pants -- but not his jockeys.  Jiang Yi could work through them -- and Teela
wouldn't have to be embarrassed if she caught them.  As for Jiang Yi -- he'd
seen a LOT worse and he knew how to appreciate chunky gook chicks.  If she
was a halfway decent fuck and he could get her chunky ass domesticated, maybe
she could come around every once in a while to keep his dick oiled.  Maybe.

	She didn't give him any shit when she returned with the beer -- she
just stood there, waiting for him to take it.  "Take off the rest of that
shit," Frank grunted.  "I might as well see the merchandise."

	Jiang Yi didn't figure she had anything to lose, so she got out of
her stretch pants and panties, after which Frank waved her back down onto his
lap.  "Stretch out like you did before," he directed.  "Make adjustments, if
you need to."  Jiang Yi did as she was bid, lying with her head on Frank's
stomach.  Using her left hand, she helped his erection clear his fly.  Frank
had a good bit of foreskin; Jiang Yi liked that, oddly, because she could
stick her tongue in there between the foreskin and the glans.  Most women
wouldn't have enjoyed the taste of the stuff that sometimes built up in
there, but to Jiang Yi it was 'man stuff' -- and it was a commentary on how
little 'man stuff' of any type she got that she liked it.  Besides, Frank was
basically clean and had showered that morning...

	She certainly surprised Frank!  "Hey!" His eyes popped and he
stiffened as her tongue tickled his glans.  Jiang Yi made to rise, but Frank
put a hand on her head.  "You just surprised me.  Go ahead -- you've got it's
attention."  'Well, well...' he thought as she went back to work.  It wasn't
a thorough blowjob, because she was resting her head on his lap and not
really moving it -- but it was pleasant, nonetheless -- especially the tongue
action.  Frank started exploring her body with his hands.

	It was square, blocky -- but then, he'd known that.  Jiang Yi's ass
was squarish, too -- and not huge as a result.   She would look like shit in
a bikini -- but nude, she wasn't that bad.  She had thick limbs -- but not
fat ones.  Her pubic fur was straight and black and silky and sat above a
pair of puffy labia; he pulled her left leg up until her foot was planted
against the inside of her knee and slid his fingers between them, drawing a
groan from her.  She was wet -- and moved with him as he slid his fingers
along her split.  "You wanna fuck, Honey?" Frank asked.

	"Mmph hmmph!"  Jiang Yi nodded, but she didn't unwrap her lips from
Frank's shank.

	"Awright.  You seem ready..."

	She was.  This was the other Jiang Yi -- the one that didn't see the
light of day often -- the one who loved sex and couldn't get enough and would
do virtually anything to get it.  "Where?" she panted.

	Frank could tell the difference.  She'd been sliding that direction
for a while.  The mouthy complainer who'd arrived a couple of hours ago had
gotten meek and cooperative over the last half-hour or so.  "I'll slide out
from under -- you roll over and crank your legs up."  She was flat on her
back, spread wide before he even got vertical -- yeah, she wanted it, all
right.  Well, he did, too.  Frank circled around and crawled into position
between her legs and started rubbing his crank over her puffy pink gash.  The
lips popped open, exposing her open hole; he plugged his dick into the
opening and pushed...

	"Mmmmmm!"  It was a high, nasal whine, but it was pleasure.  Frank
pushed until things went dry, then backed and filled and drilled another
couple of inches.  Jiang Yi moaned, "Ooohhh!" and cranked her head back,
closing her eyes, and Frank watched her nostrils distend.  He backed off
again and went for the bottom -- and managed balls-deep.  He had a sneaking
suspicion she didn't have much left, either.  She was tight -- surprisingly
tight -- and her little box gripped his shank like a Chinese finger cuff as
he tried to withdraw.  "Damn!" Frank grunted.

	It was good.  It was every bit as good as she'd dared to hope, once
she'd seen it.  It was hard and smooth and the flared head was out beyond his
foreskin dragging against her inner lining and it was Heaven...  "Fuck me!"
she husked.

	Frank didn't know where that voice came from, but it sent chills up
and down his spine!  He was in instant lust, instinctively snapping his hips
and driving his prong balls-deep in the twat -- then he withdrew slowly and
snapped into her again!

	"Ahhh!  Yeeessss!  Fuck!"  Jiang Yi's eyes were glazed, her head
rolling from side to side.  He'd been in there mere seconds and her pussy was
smoking!

	"Time to ride! " Frank declared, and put his hips in a gear he hadn't
used in over a decade -- 'stutter gear' he called it, consisting of a short
stroke and a deep stroke, another short stroke and another deep stroke...
Jiang Yi's pussy lips clutched him on the short strokes and her whole channel
seemed to grab at him on the long stroke -- maybe the way she was flexing her
hips had something to do with it -- whatever it was, it was FINE!  Below him,
she panted and puffed and her face flushed and she grunted, "UH!  Uh!  UH!
Uh!  FUCK!  Uh!  FUCK!"  Her eyes popped open and Frank could see it in there
-- her cum, right there on the brink -- so he shifted gears and pounded her
rapidly for the half dozen strokes before she threw back her head and
screamed, "AAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" loud enough to set the dogs two doors down
to barking!

	Looking down at the little bitch as she came, Frank discovered she
had six-pack abs -- at least, when she was trying to shove her twat up his
dick from below, anyway!  He remembered Sujin fondly -- she'd been a fine
fuck -- but not like THIS!  Jiang Yi put a heel in each of his ass cheeks and
climbed his pole from below -- and he could feel his cock kissing her cervix!

	When she settled down, he put it back in stutter gear and went
looking for his pleasure, not any too worried about hers, since it was clear
she was gonna get there, anyway.  Her little hands were all over him, feeling
his arms and his sides and his razor stubble while she gave out a short or a
long grunt based on the stroke she was getting.  Then she started yelling
"Fuck!" and "Yes!" again and Frank was gonna tough it out -- but she let out
a screech and her twat clamped down on him and sucked him in and suddenly it
felt like his cock was trying to push marbles through a soda straw as he blew
a .50 caliber nut!  "JEEEZUS!"

	Frank owned Jiang Yi the moment his cock hit bottom.  The stroke he
took up hit every sensitive surface in her pussy -- and somehow managed to
allow them to recover just enough between strokes that the next one was all
new.  On the long strokes, she rocked up and his glans dragged along her G-
spot and on short strokes the flange at the base of it ruffled the sensitive
areas at her opening and when he went deep his pubic bone pounded her clit --
and she lost all control, becoming mindless flesh seeking release.

	And Frank granted that release.  When all she could see was the
glowing light of it before her, Frank shifted to a rapid stroke that not only
brought her completion -- it intensified it!  The shock wave erupted from her
center and touched every nerve ending in her body -- and lasted an unknown
length of time.  When it was over, he was doing it again -- that stroke.  She
rose again while discovering the wonder of his sinewy musculature -- he was
compact, even small -- but so hard!  And he fucked like a machine -- like
young Hank!  Jiang Yi's initiation with Martin and young Hank had been good
sex -- and since then, she'd had occasional sex that ran the gamut -- but
this was GREAT!  Her second orgasm was already out there, visible,
attainable, when she came down from the first!  And when she DID cum, Frank
roared and erupted against her cervix and she could feel the pulse of his
cum!  Her pussy clamped down on him and pulsed and pulsed and pulsed -- and
she could feel the response in Frank's cock!  When he flopped down atop her,
panting, it was the perfect end of the perfect fuck -- boys like Randy tended
to swat her on the ass and walk away, or shove their gooey cocks in her face,
but Frank gave her something to hold...

	Frank didn't exactly hate having Jiang Yi caress his body and coo, so
he let it go on for a while.  Then he struggled up and said, "Couches ain't
for fucking -- and they DAMN sure ain't for layin' around on afterward!
Let's go to bed."  Jiang Yi followed him meekly, holding onto his hand.

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	The Carter home was dark and quiet when the foursome arrived.
Terence led them to the living room.  "TV?"  Bonita probably wanted sex, but
even though Clint and Brenda seemed to be doing okay it didn't mean they were
ready for sex -- their previous bout notwithstanding.  The guys let the girls
go hunting for a program -- the smart thing to do, since girls were so easily
turned off by one thing or another -- while Terence and Clint raided the
cabinets and the refrigerator for chips and soda.  But the girls didn't find
anything suitable -- and surprised the males when Brenda met them on their
return with, "Hey, Terence, do you have any videos?  Something, um, racy,
maybe?"

	Terence blinked.  "Jeez, I usually go to the Net for that...  Pa's
got a stash, though..."  He went digging behind the 'normal' videos on the
shelf for the videos hidden behind them, flat against the back of the shelf.
He and Damian had found the things long since -- and periodically took one
upstairs to play on the PC DVD in their bedroom.  Both Fred and Louise had
looked the other way in such matters, especially while the boys were having
problems finding sexual outlets.  Fred tended to rotate the stock, bringing
in something new periodically, but the usual fare was black guys on black
girls or black guys on white girls -- the rougher the better.  Three of the
four hidden videos Terence extracted were just that -- but the fourth...  The
fourth claimed to be bisexual action.

	Terence thought about putting it back, but he'd been handing the
things to Brenda as soon as they came out and it was already halfway to her
hand before he realized what he was looking at.  He paused, but Brenda caught
it and reached for the box, not quite snatching it from his hand.  The two
girls put their heads together and Terence knew the outcome before Brenda
selected a box and headed for the DVD player.  "Here, right?"  Terence
nodded.  Brenda fed the player but left the tray open.  "We'll be right
back," she announced and gathering up Bonita, headed out of the room.

	"What's up?" Clint asked, taking in the look on Terence's face.

	"Pa left us an ambush," Terence said quietly, handing Clint the empty
box. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

	Clint eyed the box, his lips a tight line.  "It'll be okay.  We don't
have to..."

	"Yeah."

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	In the bathroom, Bonita asked Brenda, "What are we doing?"

	"I'm getting rid of excess baggage," Brenda replied, throwing her top
over her head.  "The bra is coming off -- and the panties.  Thank God these
shorts are baggy.  I wish I was wearing a skirt, like you..."

	Bonita started working her way out of her own top.  "So you plan
to... have sex?"

	"Don't you want to, Mamacita?" Brenda asked, using her pet name for
Bonita, "You've done it with Terence and I've done it with Clint -- why act
like it's the first time?"

	"You're right," Bonita replied, turning her back on Brenda.  Get my
bra, please?"  Brenda popped the catches and Bonita continued as she shrugged
free, "About the movie..."

	"What about it?"

	"It could be... embarrassing."

	"To who?" Brenda asked.

	"Us.  Them.  All of us."

	"Mamacita," Brenda murmured, stepping out of her shorts and panties
and wrapping her arms around her girlfriend from behind, "They need to know.
WE need to know.  The gay sex thing is an issue hanging out there with them
-- and they're stuck and not moving.  Remember our first time?"

	"Yes."

	"How did it happen?"

	"It was an accident, sort of."

	"Exactly."  Brenda hugged her lover.  "They both know that they've
been a certain distance -- and they want to go further -- but they're wary of
each other.  For guys, it's not easy to be equal about the whole thing like
it is for us.  So there won't be any accidents -- and this thing will just be
there, between them -- between US -- until they do something about it.  I
want to encourage them -- and I want us there, involved!"

	"Why?" Bonita asked.

	"Because it'll help them be confident.  We'll be supporting them.
One of the big questions on their minds is what do WE think about the whole
thing."  Brenda stepped back and reached down to collect and re-don her
shorts.  "It's a question for us, too."

	"Oh?"  Bonita executed the much simpler task of removing her panties
from under her skirt while looking at Brenda over her shoulder.

	"Yes.  Would you stay with Terence if you were Number Two?  Would you
have sex with Clint -- regularly -- to make Terence happy?  What if Terence
decides that he wants to have sex with ME regularly?"

	"Wow!  I don't know..." Bonita was a little rocked.

	"What about all of the ways three of you can get together for sex?"
Brenda asked her.  "Can you handle sharing Terence with Clint at all?"

	"I..."  Bonita had told Terence that she could handle it -- but she
hadn't THOUGHT about it -- she hadn't seriously considered it.

	"You need to have a grip on that before we go back out there," Brenda
admonished, "because it could happen TONIGHT!"

	"What are YOU going to do?" Bonita asked.

	"Whatever it takes," Brenda replied, shrugging.  "In the first place,
they can MAKE me do it anyway -- but I don't want them to have to.  In the
second, we need to have this resolved, anyway.  Either it's a passing thing,
or it isn't -- either way, we'll need to know."

	"Terence has done most of it before, I think," Bonita mused.  "Maybe
everything that they can do..."

	"Which means it won't go away for him, probably," Brenda told her,
"and you're going to have to deal with it -- maybe not with Clint, but with
somebody else.  Maybe a bunch of somebodies."

	"What happens if they don't..." Bonita mused, "click?"

	Brenda shrugged.  "Maybe nothing.  Maybe I will have to pass on
Clint.  Maybe we won't see as much of one another.  These things happen, and
you have a man now."

	"What is the perfect answer?" Bonita asked.

	"There may not be one," Brenda replied.  "Maybe we just become two
couples -- but I don't think the boys would be bothered by us seeing one
another.  If Terence likes gay stuff, though, it seems to me that the perfect
answer would be for us to be a foursome -- if it works for Clint."

	"And everybody...?"  Bonita completed the thought with hand motions,
sweeps of her hands indicating random hook-ups.

	Brenda nodded.  "Don't worry, Mamacita, I won't steal your man.  I'm
sure it would be only occasionally, in the heat of things -- if at all.  But
if Terence and Clint don't work out, would you make me stay away from your
bed?"

	That put the shoe on a different foot.  Bonita had a considerable
emotional investment in her first love -- they'd been there for each other
when neither of them had anyone else.  "No.  I would ask Terence to...
protect you," she muttered.

	"And he would fuck me occasionally -- that would be the only fair way
to do things," Brenda pointed out.

	Bonita nodded, thinking it through.  Under those circumstances, she
would WANT Terence to make love to her friend -- it wouldn't be fair for
Brenda to suffer while Bonita enjoyed the love of both of them.  "Yes."

	"Okay, then."  Brenda's argument was complete.

	"What do you want to do?"

	"Hit 'em from both sides."  They discussed tactics for a moment, so
that Bonita wasn't surprised by anything and they were on the same sheet of
music, then returned to the living room, where the boys were still standing
around looking uneasy.

	By previous arrangement, both of them flowed into their date's arms
and made certain that they realized there was clothing missing.  Brenda took
the lead in handling the video, since Bonita was incapable.  "What's the
matter, Babe?  The flick?  It's no secret that you guys are interested.
Well, we're interested, too!  I'd like to see it."

	"What if you think it's -- I dunno -- nasty?" Clint worried.

	"Nastier than licking pussy?" Brenda chided.  "I'm surprised you guys
manage to do that!  I do it, and I think it's messier than sucking..."

	Clint grinned in spite of himself.  "I haven't."

	"You oughta, Man," Terence told him.  "It's a kick, watchin' 'em
squirm and knowing you're getting to 'em."  He grinned down at Bonita, who
was rubbing her unfettered breasts against him and smiling.  "The taste
doesn't bother me, either."

	"What's the worst that can happen?" Brenda murmured, leading Clint to
the couch.  "I can't think of anything BAD..."

	"Come on," Bonita tugged at Terence.

	"I have to get the remote," Terence mumbled, turning away.  The girls
were broadcasting 'just do it' vibes -- but it would probably take more than
that.  Too bad they weren't drinking or smoking pot or some fucking thing...
When he turned back, Brenda was on the right end of the couch as he faced it
with Clint beside her -- and Bonita was pressed against the left arm, patting
a spot between her and Clint.  Terence glanced at Clint, who answered with a
shrug and a hand flick -- he knew they were being set up, too...  Terence
eyed him, considering openly opposing things by making Bonita move -- and
decided it was a dumb idea.  After all, he WANTED to -- and he was pretty
sure Clint did, too -- it was a question of getting over the hump, and with
the girls pushing...  He settled gingerly between Bonita and Clint, leaning
back and putting his left arm up on the couch back behind her, then clicked
the remote, starting the video.

	Clint started to mirror Terence's position, but Brenda reached up and
took his hand and fed it through the armhole of her blouse to settle on a
spiky nipple.  "I know, I'm shameless," she whispered in his ear, "but I
don't get this kind of thing from anyone else, and I don't see any reason to
fool around pretending I don't want it -- do you?"

	"No," Clint replied.  There was something amazingly direct about
Brenda -- an almost male mindset.  He'd watched The Bitch at work on men any
number of times, and she was always cagey -- always telegraphing one thing
while doing another, always coming up with three or four hoops for a man to
jump through before letting him have anything more substantial than racy
talk.  Brenda, on the other hand, handed him one of her tiny titties and
said, "Squeeze it -- I like it."  It was the kind of 'if it feels good, do
it,' thing he expected from a guy.  She wasn't buying or selling, offering a
test drive or a teaser before quoting a price -- they were talking about here
and now.  She wasn't holding back, pretending to be a 'good girl'; she wasn't
denying him -- and she wasn't denying herself.  They would keep going, each
only worrying about the other's comfort with things, until one of them
decided it was time to stop -- and if neither of them made that decision,
they would have sex -- period.  No excuses, no pretense, just doing what
comes naturally.  While another guy might have just felt lucky and taken
advantage and not valued the situation, Clint was impressed -- and grateful.
This was an approach he understood -- and approved of -- and it raised Brenda
in his estimation.  If it had been a tactic, it would have been successful,
anyway -- but it wasn't; it was pure Brenda...

	Brenda had four big brothers -- and no sisters.  She'd heard each of
them rant and complain about 'bitches' and their incomprehensible ways.
"Skinny," her brother Malcolm had told her during one memorable incident as
she was approaching puberty (theoretically, at least -- at her age, there
weren't a whole lot of visible signs that she'd gotten there, although the
plumbing worked), "you can't afford to do that crap -- you don't have a pair
of bigass man-magnets on your chest.  If you was to turn sideways and stick
out your tongue, you'd look like a zipper, so you need to be up-front with
guys or you can fuckin' forget about a second shot!"  Experience had proven
Big Brother right -- and she'd listened and learned from her male teachers.
Conventional wisdom from her few girlfriends tended to run counter to this --
according to them, if you didn't bait a guy and play him and reel him in like
a fish, he would decide you were easy and take from you and move on -- but
Brenda realized that many of them didn't have anything to bait the hook with,
and she was worse off than most.  That being the case, it was worth it to try
Big Brother's advice -- especially since the worst thing that could happen
would be that she would get fucked...  Oh, maybe, if she got all hung up, she
would get her heart broken -- but if she went in with her eyes open, she was
less likely to get tangled up in the line she was casting like so many of her
girlfriends who got caught up in the fishing expedition and didn't want to
cut the line when they caught something that wasn't worth keeping.  Besides,
everybody got their heart broken -- even guys!  She'd seen all four of her
brothers turned upside down by some chick...

	Brenda sighed, deliberately dropped her hand onto Clint's thigh, and
settled against him to watch the video.