As my tongue meets his our kiss becomes deeper and more urgent. I rest my hand on the top of his thigh and my fingers brush against his erection makin... him groan. Knowing that I'm turning him on and he's hard for me drives me crazy. I pull away, breathing hard as our eyes lock on each other. I glance around the busy carriage and look back at him, biting my bottom lip. Knowing exactly what I'm thinking, he smiles. "You want me to fuck you right here don't you, my little slut?" he whispers close. I could tell that she wasexcited as was I. Then I asked her if she would spend the rest of yourlife with me, Emily would you marry me. She started to cry then blurtedout, "no, no, I can't." To say I was shocked would have been anunderstatement, I asked her what she meant, it was hard to understand herbecause she was sobbing. I asked her why she couldn't marry me? Shegrabbed my hand and we sat on the couch. She went on to tell me that sheloved me but that she didn't want to marry me, she. She had written that she'd like to see me during spring break. My aunt and uncle were taking their yearly family vacation with my cousins, so she'll have some time off. She said that maybe she could rent a hotel room near by and I could show her around town. This, of course, cured my depression.That week Alena was in town was fabulous. She had rented a suite with a king size bed and jacuzzi. We saw some sights and did a few things around town, but most of our time was spent in that room. One. More immediately worrying for me is that when referring to these primitive memories which lurk in the dark corners of our minds, Sigi also referred to memories of very young children which although forgotten by the conscious mind still trouble the sub-conscious of adults like, as Sigi described it, ‘faint whispers from a dark, locked-and-barred basement’, and perhaps seek to express themselves in and through dreams. I cannot help thinking that he laid special emphasis on this idea as though he.