She wanted the same things he did. How do people do this? he asked himself. How do they get past all the pointless minutia, the fears, the wounds, the...clutter? And then: a bell. No, it was a song. A simple children’s song rang in the distance, like one played on a music box. He wasn’t even sure it was actually real, wondering if maybe it was only sounding in his head, until Ashe’s daughter popped her head out of the water and squeaked, “Ice cream truck! It’s the ice cream truck!” The kids. I can see your proportions beneath your clothes and all I can think of is your sweet cleft, of you climbing on top of me, straddling me and massaging my aching throbbing head inside you until we both become one slippery mess and I spurt inside you.You move your hips away from my face a tiny string of sticky substance stretching between my lips and your inner thigh before it snaps, your taste, your invigorating scent lingering on my lips and my face. I close my eyes just for one second,. The best, adult films, he replied. I should have guessed it was porn films, I answered him. We all laughed. He gave us directions on how to get to his house, and went on his way. We made our way back to our hotel, my dress flashing all I had with every step, and me getting propositioned for sex a fair bit on the way. I did succumb to once to a good looking guy and let him fuck me in a shop doorway as my companions watched and encouraged him. Ha-Ha. Most people passing just had a brief look,. I was hoping my comments had nudged him closer to awareness. She came over to join me as my son headed to the bar. He had not introduced us yet so I presented myself to her. She was very nervous about meeting me, it was apparently very important to her to make a good impression. She already had. This was the girl for him. Her name was Karen. She was a teacher at his school. My smile apparently told her she would never have a problem with me. Her smile said thank you. She obviously understood.