<div class="floatright">(https://www.bellazon.com/main/uploads/monthly_04_2010/post-11622-0-1446023912-85223.jpg)</div>I wanted to tear off her shorts, gorge on those absolutely glorious orbs in my hand and push my fingers inside of her until she was a spent puddle of energy lying on the bed, begging me to stop. Or more. Make her never forget this day and long for it every time she had sex ever again. Make her regret teasing me like she had. Who did she think I was? Some cheap ho? I wanted to..<br/><br/><br/>It didn't matter. Marlon stepped in the room, calm and restrained. Could I have him? I was sure I could. Spoiled rotten little brat. Yank his hair, pull him to the ground. A few well aimed kicks and he was out, leaving me with Dani again.<br/><br/>However, somehow he disarmed me. His calm voice and the effect it had on Dani, who had been clearly in a defensive state, made the raging beast inside of me retreat back to where it came from, deep down inside of me.<br/><br/>I took the drink, hands still shaking and carefully climbed off Dani.<br/><br/>Breath.<br/><br/>My flat chest heaved up and down visible for a few times as I downed the contents of the glass in one sip. As I felt the alcohol burn it's way through my body I looked at Dani and then to Marlon.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry."<br/><br/>I stood up and found my top. Voices inside of me from back in my army days, mocking me again for not needing a bra. Dani and Marlon would have seen me close my eyes and fight that battle in my head again. To get those voices to stop and shut up.<br/><br/>"I just..."<br/><br/>I had no idea. The beast had left my system but the adrenaline boost it had released was still there and I had to get out of this room. Without saying anything else, I made my way out of the poolhouse, barefoot but mostly dressed. The photographer just managed to step aside as I disappeared into the house. Not knowing what I wanted or where I was going, I randomly opened doors and when I found the small gym room I knew it was what I had been looking for.<br/><br/>A punch bag. What a Godsent that was. Without closing a door or anything I walked up to it and gave it the best left and righ hook I had in me and which would have easily knocked a man down. As the adrenaline took over again, I began to hit the punching bag, harder and faster and if Dani and Marlon would see me, it was a giveaway of my past. Or maybe they would hear me, screaming and shouting at the bag.<br/><br/>Profanities, nobody in their sane mind would ever shout to a punching bag.<br/><br/>Miserable bastards. Ungrateful fucks. I will rip your heads off.<br/><br/>Mixed with primal screams. I really needed somebody to cool me down now or I'd be way too spent to have the glorious sex I came here for. Fuck those outfits, they were a distraction. An excuse. But right now, neither them or the sex was on my mind.<br/><br/>Unbridled fury reigned supreme.