Mix it up and keep them guessing. I’m going to leave this all in your hands for awhile so I can get my stuff together as well, and then later on you...can be the one getting surprised, OK?”“Sure thing, Pappy. I’ll keep them from getting bored.”The rest of the journey was spent waiting around, rotations through sleep training modules using the medtube, and jumping out of our skins every time the lights flashed and the horn sounded for a drill. We practiced getting to battle stations, and the time. I eased a finger into her cunt and found her g-spot as I continued to nibble and lick her clit. That brought her hips off the couch as she tried to pull me deeper into her. It wouldn’t take much more to drive her over the edge but I pulled away and she let out a sob of frustration.“Emily, remember this. Remember how good this feels and remember how bad you felt before. Give yourself to me and this pleasure can be repeated. Hold back and the pain will return.”I didn’t give her a chance to. The moment contained the greatest stroke of luck I ever dared hope to see. Just a few months prior, an older poet and myself had had parts in a short film, trading off the alleged voices of Verlaine and Rimbaud between the quatrains and tercets of the "Defilements". The French I spat back was pure phonetics:"Mon réve s'aboucha souvent à sa ventouse;Mon âme, du coït matériel jalouse,En fit son larmier fauve et son nid de sanglots."C'est l'olive pâmée. Harrison and Jenny were both still asleep. She smiled when she saw them in the light of the fire. Harrison, lying on his back, half out of his sleeping bag, looked as peaceful as he ever did, and Jenny, dressed in her pink ‘muddy girl’ camo pajamas, an early Christmas gift, was sprawled across his chest, her long light brown hair covering her sweet face.Harrison had made sleeping in sleeping bags in front of the fire an adventure. All their beds were in the truck and so he suggested they roast.