‘Actually it feels good,’ she said. I wasn’t sure of the proper etiquette for the situation. I didn’t know if I should continue my interests ...ntil she stopped, or if I should ask first. I decided that as awkward as it was to ask, it would be better for her to know my intentions. ‘That place fascinates me, do you mind?’ ‘No silly. Most women are sensitive there, but you have to be gentle.’ I groaned my response as I dipped my finger in my own lubrication and began to explore with greater. At last, Marissa could let out a blood-curling scream that temporarily distracted mitchell long enough for her to break free and bound towards the stairs. However, he was quick to recover and sprinted after her. Marissa was half way up the stairs when she felt a hand grip her ankle, causing her to land on her stomach. She quickly shook off his hand and scrambled up the rest of the stairs and down the hallway into her mother's room. She choose this room, because the window was conveniently. ..but, maybe outside on the platform - after we've finished here...?” “Of course,” she said.” “It wouldn't really do to smoke a good joint in here, would it now?” And so we vanished, into the swirling fog, up to the far end of the platform and she took out a ready-made Bob Marley-sized joint out of her hand bag and stood there just deeply inhaling and slowly exhaling on the joint that chatting in general and getting to know each other and we were already laughing and smiling at and with each. A great herd of buffalo, as many as the stars in the sky, roamed this prairie sea. I feel the last remnants oftheir shaggy spirits. One of the brothers throws me over a shoulder andcarries me into the house.I blink as the lights go on. The house is one large room. I see chairs, acouch, and an old TV. The kitchen is in one corner. The beds -- and when Ilook at them, the brothers laugh -- are in another... The room is a midden,a garbage heap. It reeks of spoiled food and sweat and urine.The.