"What did that bitch do to our friends?" another of them asked.

They seemed to be getting worried about their pals. Did they think she murdered them, or something? She wondered. Maybe they were just jealous. As she reached her car and was about to get in, one of them grabbed her arm.

"Where's Pedro and jose?" he demanded.

"The last time I saw them, they were in the ladies room in that taco joint, and they were googoo-eyed from being fucked like they've never been fucked before."

With that, Ann hopped into the car and started the motor. The boys' mouths fell open when they learned of their friends' fate. They obviously didn't expect such a blunt report, and it disarmed them long enough for her to get away without further hassles. As she gunned the engine, the Jag tore dawn the street. Ann noticed Jose and Pedro walking on wobbly legs towards their buddies, and gave them a good-bye wave. She couldn't tell if they saw her because she was already going too fast and she didn't feel like slowing down.

CHAPTER THREE

Back on the freeway, Ann was regaining her energy. She hadn't eaten the tacos, so her stomach was crying out for nourishment. It seemed like a good idea to head for home. She could make herself a nice leisurely dinner and decide what she wanted to do that evening.

Ann's apartment building was near the freeway, so the road took her almost to her door. Pulling into the parking lot, she felt that nice feeling she experienced when she arrived home after a good fuck.

The building was for single people. It had a pool and all of that sort of thing. There were always a lot of men around, and Ann had her choice of the. lot. She took advantage of their being around; it was convenient, but they were mostly too old to interest her very much.

The rent in these apartments was very expensive; that was obvious by the type of cars in the lot.