John could discern them as dark shadows behind the maze partitions of white nylon. The huge tent had obviously been the site of an orgy of sorts. It w...s an orgy conducted by temporary squatters huddling in the privacy of their own little white nylon caboose of sexual freedom. John still had some hangover cottonmouth and couldn’t form any sounds from his parched throat. The mysterious White Rabbit Girl looked him straight in the eyes as she impaled her tight wet warmth on his jutting hardness.. Catherine looked at her again closely, and at her badge and name tag! OMG! As she realized for the first time that this person was not a male patrol officer at all! But was a woman and the daughter of a snooty well to do and condescending woman. One that had been president of the local women's club and a member of the health club and gym that Kate Catherine and her husband belonged to! But as the conversation continued she said to Catherine you know my parents don't you? . Far above us warm tropical rains fell and lightning flashed as yet another summer storm raged, spending itself against the landscape before wandering out to sea once more. Below, all was silent, save for the sound of my pounding heart and the cascading drips of water as they fell from my alien lover’s black flesh and struck the surface of the pool.I watched as ripples broke the stillness of the water, moving towards me, snakelike. Several heartbeats later I felt the brush of his tentacled. I closed my eyes to catch a few more minutes, but it's impossible to sleep when Cindy is singing. It's not that she can't carry a tune, she actually has rather pleasant soprano. The problem is that she never remembers the lyrics, so she hums and mumbles and makes things up as she goes along." ... Are you strong enough to be my man?... Lie ... with me.... Eat pie ... with me.... But don't leave..."Not quite the way Sheryl Crow wrote it. I pulled the covers aside and got to my feet. I don't want.