” While I wasn’t sure what I would be mad at her about, I promised. She tilted her head up, allowing me to see her black and blue left eye. The ru...ning mascara mixed with the clear bruise from a punch only extenuated the sadness in her eyes. “Jess! What happened?!” “My dad,” she mumbled. “Got really mad when I told him about the trip.” I clenched my hands into a fist and began heading towards the door. While it was just a bruised eye, a thing I had suffered a hundred times without any. Their online friendship had started innocent but they slowly began to share their fantasies. She fantasized about a threesome but never would say if that was MMF or MFF. He still wondered. His fantasy was more tame, however, he occasionally entertained the thought of unbridled passion. He simply wanted to be wanted. The type of desire where it doesn’t matter where you are, she simply says, “I have to have you NOW!” Secretly, she wanted to be desired and to be lusted over and wanted a fire lit. Her focus was on her brush. She grabbed it and raked it threw the knots. Looking behind the seat he sees the ticket checker walking up the isle. “Ticket guy is almost here, pass me yours.” He lightly trails his fingers up her thigh. She pauses and hands him the ticket her fingers gliding over his skin. Once her hair was untangled she drops her brush in the bag. The ticket guy stops by their seats and scans both of their tickets and moves on down the isle. Seeing her hair back to its lustrous. She smelled of vanilla, one of his favorite scents.She led him inside to their TV room, and he sat on their plush couch, nervously fiddling with his shirt, as she joined him in their living room. To his surprise, she sat right next to him."April tells me you're doing great in school." Yeah, I'm passing all my classes. I guess I got my mom's genes there." He was nervous talking to her, feeling her body next to his, and felt foolish for his answer. He kept glancing around the room, not wanting to.