Humanity has the ability to build up on the future. Why don't they?It is important to know where you are at all times. A simple message as equally as ...mportant in a physical sense as a metaphysical. Tim choked in sand and coughed, his eyes fluttering open. Laying face down, Tim had a close encounter with some very massive, very invasive sand. Close as in "burrowed in sand" not "happy sandbox sand" — thin and gritty, liquid you can't swallow. It filled his nostrils. A thick layer of grim coated. I kissed her hard she raised her leg into my arm.i ran my hand up her leg ,thigh.i could feel her wetness and desire.i pressed the stop button in the elevator.she grabbed my crouch and could feel how aroused i was.we were kissing passionately.my hands were all over her .her nipples errect showing through her blouse.i was about to start undressing her there and then when i became aware of a red light tracking our movement.bastards they had a video camera in the elevator.what a passion killer.i. Trouble is I’m too old to be “young,” I’ve never been hip, I’ve got too goddamn much student debt to be rich and I’ve never been considered gorgeous. So I don’t exactly fit in, but I found a house I really liked and I bought it. Bobby lived about a half-mile from me, but it was like crossing the border. The hip, young, and pretty gave way to old, tired and downtrodden. Where there was a new coffee shop going up on every corner in my district, in this one some old Korean guy owned the local. She changed totally however, from loud and obnoxious to soft and quite. She listened when I talked and before too long I had bought her a few drinks and we shared my pack of cigarettes. My friends were now running the pool table and had left me and Alice alone now for a couple of hours it was well after midnight when she stood up from the barstool. She thanked me for a great evening and was getting ready to leave when she whispered in my ear, “Meet me in the men’s room.” She put her purse.