", she whispered back. Mike's eyes grew narrower. "That was not a question." In one fluid motion, Mike flipped up the armrest between them and took fi...m hold of the hair at the back of Sabrina's head. He didn't need to force her. She knew it. He knew it. It had become an expected part of this dance. She reached her hand out to take hold of Mike's penis and steady herself from the rocking of the train. "No hands." Mike batted her hand away. "Fucking amateur.", he hissed. Sabrina opted for. I wake up to the memories of last night’s passionate delight, the line between dream and remembrance blurring as I surface from the depths of sleep. I reach for you, but you’re not in bed. My thighs and breasts are still sticky with your semen. It’s time to get up anyway, so I set off to grab a quick shower.On my way to the bathroom, I hear the water running. I silently enter and see your tall athletic frame through the milky glass of the shower cabin. You’ve just started rinsing your hair, so. ?So,? he reached forward again and grabbed the broken bottle.He poured the substance into the two glasses and clutched one in his hand.?I guess this is it huh?? he said, shifting his gaze from item to item in the small room. His heartbeat increased and he franticly scoured the room with his eyes.Searching.Nothing.He shook his head sorrowfully and raised the glass to his lips.The taste of alcohol brushed against his pursed lips and the strong aroma drifted into his nostrils. He closed his eyes. ‘Well, it does seem like you enjoy shopping,’ I said. ‘Yeah, that may be true, but it’s not like my life revolves around shopping,’ she retorted, with a smile. Yes, only she could pull something like that off without any mixed signals of what it is she meant. ‘My shopping is done for the most part,’ I said, tossing the leftovers into a garbage can, ‘but what about you? Don’t you need to do some shopping. After all, isn’t that why you came to the mall, because I know that you didn’t plan on.