”“Aye, I’d kill for a rose wine. Long as it’s chilled mind.”She climbs off me and lets me scoot off the bed and get a small bottle of rose f...om the fridge. I show her it’s unopened before twisting the neck and breaking the seal. The sound of the wine sloshing into the glass seems louder than normal in the quiet room.I hand her the glass and lift my own scotch and slide back on the bed beside her.“Cheers,” I say, smiling at her.She clinks glasses and takes a sip of wine. I watch her as her. Who does that anymore besides career hobos. I slow as I near her and take a closer look. She's got an expression that says "I'm sick of doing this and please give me a ride, but you'll probably not". I never do this, but looks like shes had a day, so I stop just beyond her. Oh boy, she looks too exhausted to run towards the car, but then she does.She sizes me up thru the passenger window, then turns a reserved smile."You gonna give me a lift or you just broke down, like me?", she half. She was the 'Sure Thing' in High School. The cherries she gathered would fill an orchard.How do you like your sex?A. Oral?B. Anal?C. Vaginal?In the test of life, she was - D. All the above.She had one redeeming factor. She could count back change.She didn't have to look at the display on the register: Fountain Soda... 59. Hand her a dollar and she would dive into the till and come out with forty one cents "Soda 59 cents and a penny makes 60, a dime makes 70, a nickel makes 75 and a quarter. " Glancing over my shoulder, I cooed to Aaron, "Oh, god, Aaron…your wife is being so bad…I am so full of cock, baby…Oh fuck. I love you so much...Thank you for making me do this…I did it too, didn't I? I took you both." "You sure did, girl…I love you too, baby… And yes, you took us; but we are not done with you yet, baby; not by a long shot." Harris started rocking his hips, slowly fucking me. Aaron took this as his cue to move in and out. But I cried out in pain, "Oh fuck, Aaron...stay.