I took a sip and said, "Now we work on your wardrobe." But I'm comfortable." She replied.I slapped her mouth. "10 more lashes for talking back! You...don't wear clothes to be comfortable. You wear them to seduce men. You will dress appropriately."I told her once again assume the position. As she bent over I grabbed and pulled sweatpants harder to show her not to try my patience. As I spanked her with my belt I noticed, she liked to bite her lower lip as the belt smacked her, and it was. The feeling of a deep shared intimacy as we explored those secret places of the other. The taste of you as we kissed from mouth to toes and all between. The way you offered me your breasts and the sensational feel of those hardening nipples and then the taste of you and your skin. I relive the moment when my hand wandered between your thighs, sensing you turning them slightly outwards guiding my hand to your sweet valley. Then the exquisite feeling of your warmth and wetness as my hand. He had his arm around her, and she wasn’t sure when that had happened. She felt strange, like the air around her was heavy liquid beating down on her, turning everything anyone said into distorted echoes. She was warm. Really warm. She had probably had too much to drink. Hayato was grabbing the back of her head, turning her towards him, and kissing he on the lips. Time was syrupy and variable, the movement of his head to hers passing in a milisecond and the kiss lasting hours. She felt her. He was the perfect friend and mentor. It was towards the end of those dark days that he said something to me when I thought Karen was going to end things that stays with me to this day. He told me ‘The Dream is never over’. It was a creed he lived by. ‘The Dream is NEVER over’. I try to live by it too now. It is the perfect epitaph for a wonderful human being,because even though he has gone, his dreams live on in all of us and in his many films.’ I sat down next to Karen. She put her arm around.