"I didn't mean to get carried away." Don't worry, Ricky," I said. "You don't hear me complaining, do you?" My hand was still covering his, but I was n...t moving his hand back toward my knee. "That shoulder massage was not that great," I said, laughing. He did not move his hand, though. He did not laugh, either. I looked at him -- he had a strange look on his face, as if he wanted to say something but he was afraid. "What's the matter, hon," I asked. "Are you okay?" "I have something to tell you,. You cry a little bit more as even that feeling drifts away. Then you hear my far distant voice, it sounds as if it’s a million miles away. So far in fact that you cannot make out my words. But the sound of it calms you.I look down at your blood covered body, the rivulets from your back drying across your breasts and nipples. The sight of your even whiter skin covered in your own blood making the animal in me want you even more. I look down to your spread legs, my fingers dancing alone your. “So you want it too?” I asked excitedly.“Oh my god, squirt, I swear you’re the dumbest being on the planet.” she blurted out. “Of course I fucking want it. You know that I want it. I’ve always wanted it.”“So then why do you hold back?” I eagerly asked, nervously eyeing the road. My house was really close, and as soon as I had to get out of the car, the moment of vulnerability would be over and we’d drop this conversation like a hot potato.“Why the fucking shit do you think I hold back?” she. It wasn’t funny, yet it was.But not THAT funny.Still feeling inhibited to speak, I leaned forward, my elbows out and hands upon my wide knees, ready to push up to a stand. Holding the ready to move pose, I looked at Sally with an expectant expression. Why are we still talking, let’s do it, if it can be done! Urgent expression on my face.Sally read me correctly.“First, I need some water!” Sally undulates to her feet while saying this.Amazing fluid maneuver. Feminine grace at optimum!With ALS, I.