The one beneath her had his legs up between her arms and torso; he locked them around her chest now and began to squeeze; Em stiffened against the pre...sure, her lungs burning, knowing that when she took her next breath those legs would lock tighter.Em heard something hard smash against the floor above her, and then the sound of creaking wood and groaning nails.Someone was getting the axe.Em twisted and arched, working her jaw rabidly, shifting her attacker's hands over her mouth. Fingers. If you're familiar with her adventures, you might like the thread I'm currently focused on, which is called "Jake and Abbie Go to a Wedding." It's the longest story to date, and features extensive and varied scenes over the course of a wild wedding weekend. She was making small talk in the coffee room with a guy from work, Jake, and the subject came up of how she helped a friend paint her bedroom over the weekend. Jake knew Abbie was always one to say yes to her friends, so Jake casually asked. Unusual - and that includes the back door." She leans closer. "I hear sailors like the back door."I feel myself blushing. "An hour?" And that includes cleanup time. You never done this before, have you? OK - 60. And we don't need a room. I got a van."I reach in my pocket for my wallet, but her hand is on my wrist. "Not here, sailor. Get the money in your hand, then shake with the man in the leather coat. He'll tell you where the van is. See you in five minutes, farm boy."She saunters away, long. As he began licking, I rubbed his sides to let him know I approved this time as his minty tongue now only had a hint of dog breath for the time being. As he kept licking, I covered my hands in shampoo and began rubbing down the sides of his body, creating a bunch of suds as I ran my hands over his muscled body through his thick fur. I had never bathed a dog before, but feeling up Mac gave me an appreciation for how muscly they were! Or maybe it was just him. Either way, I was greatly enjoying.