Anne lay here, complete comatose through the liquor she’d drunk, maybe not giving an answer to Cody’s tries to wake her. “think about it, get up! Why don’t we screw! ” Cody stated more loudly, just a little frustrated but her absence of response. He sat up and shook her once again, harder this time around. “Anne? ” he repeated, pinching and twisting difficult on the nipple that is left she did not stir. “Fine, ” Cody announced, up he still intended to have his way with her if she didn’t wake. He remembered exactly how much enjoyable he’d difficult …