“I guess you want to know my story then?” Amy asked. “No. If you don’t want to tell me or don’t feel comfortable telling me I understand. An... the past is the past.” She looked at me with such gentle eyes. She leaned back on the sofa. “No, I want you to know about my past. I have never really told anyone about it and it meant so much to me that you trust me enough to tell me about you and Jenny that I know I can trust you too.” Amy paused for a second, like she was composing herself. “I guess it. "Well....It's kinda of complicated. I do live with someone. But he is hardly around. I love him, but I'm missing out in a few things." she said. I knew what she was missing. I had to see if she tell me the truth. I was hoping she had a few glasses of wine before I got there. "Can I ask? What your missing out on? Or is that to personal?" I said. She blushed. "I hardly know you. Not even my Mom knows. Only my best friend. Your like a stranger to me." said Tori. "Like stranger danger. Your Mom. While hailed as technically and historically accurate, Vanetta had no desire to watch a male coming-of-age movie filled with violence. With a sigh, she returned to her book. The author, Kathy Reichs was much more interesting.When the movie ended, the stewardess brought out a tray with wines and menus. Vanetta took the stewardess' suggestion and selected the beef tenderloin with a burgundy wine sauce. The stewardess asked everyone to lower their food trays and place their seats in an upright. She wanted to drive her hand down and into her to satisfy the urge, her pelvis still moving, snaking. She brought her head up and buried her hips deep into the soft bed, then as her pelvis tilted upwards again, her lower body shuddered. Her black suede shoes hung precariously on her pointed toes as her knees came back further in line with her waist. Her thoughts turned to him; she could hear subtle movement, but from where? The room bristled with his energy. The fine hairs over her stomach.