"Maybe I will."

Noreen reached up under Jacquette's belly.

"Noreen!"

"Ha ha."

"Fuckingchrist."

Jacquette slapped Noreen's hands away.

Felt the rip etch across the center of her mound. Spread of pain in the pussy.

"Shit!"

Jacquette grabbed at one of Noreen's boobs. Kneed her between the pusslips.

Noreen delved again into Jacquette's belly. Jacquette buckled, gripping her clit.

Again the tear.

"Fucking bitch, Noreen."

Noreen swiped a fistful of cunthairs across Jacquette's face.

Stuck some of Jacquette's cunthairs into Jacquette's nostrils.

"Motherfuck."

Jacquette kicked out again.

Noreen reeled backward.

"Cocksuck."

Noreen found herself in a pile of bed linen. She pulled out a pillow and heaved it at Jacquette. Hit her in the tits.

"Suck clit," Jacquette sneered.

Then spat in a sputtering stream.

"Shit," Noreen choked. "I'm really going to have to take a shower now-with your spit all over me, Jacquette. Dirty little pussy."

"You know that I know that you know that you like it. But don't get any ideas about that, my dear Noreen."

Jacquette ran her hands through her shaggy cunny. Looked briefly at the bare spots where Noreen had depilated her.

"I'm gonna get you, twattwister."

"Better do it fast, Jacquette. I'm out of here tonight. For good."

"Not going to stick around any?"

"No. The coaches thought I should leave training camp pretty soon-they said maybe on Monday. But I don't want to be here over the weekend."

"Yeah. That might be a debacle. Everyone coming up to you and consoling you."

"Sickening."

"And you'd know they're actually glad-cause it means they didn't get the flicking axe on their fucking necks."