Oger followed, his towel around his hips, leaning his head against his arm on the kitchen counter as he guffawed. Well, that wasn't what I'd thought would happen. There would be no repeat performance, but I'd learned long ago that few things in life work out the way we rape sites think they will. Ellen and Roger laugh gang rape about it now, admitting it couldn't have happened if they hadn't been drunk. Neither has ever been drunk again.