.. forever.I’m no one, she had told him.Not true, Logan had replied with a gentle smile.Amber took a deep breath and stood up on shaky legs. I am n...t no one, she told the frightened serving girl that lived in her mind. I am not worthless. And I would rather return to mist than be a slave for one motherfucking minute longer!She was still terrified but her hands stopped shaking. It was enough. Taking a deep breath, she steadied the platter in one hand, gripped the wine pitcher in the other, and. "I'm speechless! they're perfect!". She says "why don't you join me in bed, naked? like I am now...", so I quickly take off my jeans and t-shirt and dive into bed with her. She turns out the light on her bedside cabinet, then turns to me and starts kissing me as she thrusts her body right up against mine. She then takes off my underwear and my dick is like a steel bar between us, pressing against her stomach. "Ooooh you're so hard!" she mutters in-between kissing.At this point I'm wondering why. Which leaves Gina and I to explore what went down this morning.“I’m still shaking like a leaf,” she confides.“And wet as a mountain stream?” I ask.“That, too!” she laughs.“I wish it were all me. But it’s not,” I confess. “It’s something else. Something about that clearing in the palm grove.”“Can we bottle it up and take it home?”“I doubt that.” I don’t mention that I already tried. Twice. The second time was after we returned, and I locked the Pan Blanket in my bungalow safe. I wagered my left. Martin and his friends were sitting on a curb talking about what they were going to do. Young women were busy with housework. There weren’t many men around who acted like fathers.Finished with his soda, Jerry stood up and returned to the house to finish cleaning the kitchen. The odor had died down a little and he went to work wiping the grease off the stove and the residue out of the oven. Stepping back to look at the result, he said, “I had no idea they sold stoves painted gray.”Examining it.