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getting hard immediately. I grabbed and squeezed her like I did at the bar, and this time she groaned instead of trying to act like she didn’t want me to.
    She pressed herself into me, kissing me hard. Her lips were soft, like the rest of her. I took her bottom lip in my teeth and pulled, making her hiss. When I let go, she came at me even harder, like she was angry. I met her anger with mine. My dick grew, fighting my zipper. Trying to break out and get satisfaction.
    I let go of her ass, grabbing her tits this time. They were big for her little body, but the way they felt in my hands told me they were real. She moaned louder the longer I played with her, breathing heavily into my mouth. I reached under her shirt, then under her bra. She felt so good. Her little moans told me she loved this as much as I did.
    She moved, almost kneeling on her seat, almost on top of me. I knew she was getting hot, and when I slid my hand between her legs, she jumped like I shocked her. She pushed down against my hand and started rubbing off on it. She grunted and groaned, getting me even harder to where I was hurting. I slid my hand under her waistband, over her panties, rubbing her mound. She was insane, kissing me roughly, running her hands through my hair. I almost couldn’t take it. I thought about pulling her out of the car and into my house so I could fuck her senseless all night long.
    Then, just as fast as things had heated up, they ended.
    “No, stop. Please.” She pushed away, pressing herself up against the door. Like she wanted to get as far away from me as possible.
    What the fuck happened? I only wanted to get her to stop crying, and the next thing I knew we were practically humping. I could still feel her under my hands. My dick was throbbing; my balls were screaming. How had she gotten to me so fast? For a minute we just sat there, catching our breath. What had I been about to do?
    “What’s wrong with you?” It was easier for me to turn it around and blame her. Really, I was blaming myself for getting so worked up over her.
    “That shouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry to lead you on.” She was whispering so softly I could barely hear her. I laughed a little. Leading me on? She had to be joking.
    “Listen. I’m only gonna tell you this one more time.” I leaned in, wanting to scare her as much as I could. She pressed herself tighter against the door. “Stay out of shit that has nothing to do with you. Go home and stay there. Don’t let me see you again.” I got out of the car and made sure to slam the door as hard as I could to prove my point. I could break her in half if I wanted to.
    At that moment, I was pissed off enough to do it, too. But I wasn’t mad at her. I was mad at myself for getting too wrapped up already. Her tears touched me. I felt sorry for her. I identified with her. That was the last thing I needed. I had to pull away and stay away. I only hoped she would listen to me and move on with her life.

Chapter 7
    Kat
     
    It was a long and nearly sleepless night after I drove home from Gabriel’s. Now that I had been to the bar and seen for myself the way these people lived, I was both disgusted and more intrigued than ever.
    On the one hand, they treated women like things. Less than human. And the girls seemed to like it! That was the most baffling thing of all. I’d raised Sabrina with more self-respect. The more I thought about it, the less sense it made for my sister to be associated with those pigs.
    And they were pigs, for sure. Not just because they were misogynists, but because they were flat-out disgusting. Sloppy, beer guzzling, hairy beasts. Smoking cigarettes and cigars like they were going out of style, hooting and hollering over some skank on a stage. It was gross.
    What had attracted my sister, my sweet and pretty sister, to this world? It was a mystery. Did she actually enjoy spending time with them? I couldn’t imagine a person as smart as her having anything in common with