Jan had painted the rock formation that she was facing and on the ground she painted in the blanket and the picnic basket, the bottle of wine and two ...lasses. I also noticed she had started to outline a figure. It would be the image of me lying on my tummy on the blanket. "Oh Jan that's so beautiful." I said. "We'll need to come back and finish it sometime." she said. Just then I felt a rush of emotion and a tear came to my eye and I lifted my head to face Jan and gave her a hug and said. “Why didn’t you ask me out?”“Did you want me to?”“I think I put out some pretty clear signals. I’m a tease, Jack. I’m usually a little bummed when the guy I’m teasing asks me out. It collapses the– what do you call that thing? The quantum probability-”“- the wave function?”“That’s the bitch. They open up the box and – poof – goodbye pussy. It can't be everything any more, it's decision time, and sometimes the decision sucks"“I thought that’s how it would be. That all those signals you sent out. .here it is. Now...I'm going to get you to bend over the bed. Awww yes...just like that. And I'll push aside that pretty pink thong. I've got something in my hand for you. Oh you'll notice. Hear that click of the lube as I open it and I spread it on my fingers. And I push the first finger into you. Deep. I'm not pussy footing around today. I'm not going to get you all warmed up nice and tender like. I'm not in a tender mood today. Hehe...I want you taken and I want to be the one to take you. So. 'How did you get that?' she asked, touching it tentatively. Her fingertips traced the length of the scar.Before he could answer, she had bent forwards and licked it. Nathan pushed back her face and kissed her mouth. She smelled of soap and lavender. Larissa closed her eyes and his lips stroked the lids, brushing her lashes. As his hands stroked the nape of her neck, his lips traced her cheekbones until he was again kissing her mouth, his tongue hungrily exploring her own. To Larissa each kiss.