..' Janet wanted to, but her hesitation kept holding back the words with excuses.Silva then crawled up Janet's body, slowly closing in upon her till t...ey where face-to-face and body-to-body. 'I wanna make you,' Silva began before pausing, 'cum with my tongue.' Then she kissed her tenderly, pushing her soft lips into hers. 'Do you want to cum on my tongue?' Silva asked suggestively, after releasing her lips from the kiss.'I wanna cum.' Janet said with a little too much honesty.'Then that you. I told her about my marriage, Karen's death in February, rebuilding the motorcycle, my sister Anna's suggestion I ride cross-country to visit her, and then my expansion of that idea to include a visit to part of each of the lower forty-eight states. I even explained about my ceremony of spreading some of her ashes in each state.As we got busy, I started to hum and even sing in a very low voice. The words to a couple of country songs kept running through my head. I took my return to music and. It is a lousy line. You should try something else.”“Like what? I mean, a guy can always use help with these things.”“It depends on the woman.”“What works on you?”“The direct approach. Something like ‘come back to my place for a while’.”“Want to come back to my place for a while?”“No, thanks. I am waiting for my husband.”“Nuts.”She tried not to giggle at my disappointment. I took another gulp of beer, dropped some money on the bar and left. As I walked out the door, I felt a hand on my arm.“You. His mind slowly fought through the fog of unconsciousness and groped his way into reality. It all came back to him in a rush. Clara had knocked him out. He’d heard her come up behind him, just too late. She had attacked him at his most vulnerable moment, bitch! The brightness filtering through his closed lids told him the room was too harshly lit for his eyes. So he didn’t open them. If he couldn’t see, then he would have to use his other senses to tell him where he was. Just like being back in.