“You told me last night that there was a story behind the clocks, want to tell me?”I grinned at her, “There is, guess it’s as good a time as a...y. I’ll give you the short version, the VERY short version.” I couldn’t help but think about what had happened that weekend. “On the weekend of Adriana’s ten-year reunion at the University of Washington, we had, umm, met her old boyfriend and girlfriend.”Ginger looked over at me, eyebrows raised like she knew there was more to that story. “Anyway, we had. Katie is the oldest at 17. She has an athletic body, and has small boobs maybe 32A. Kathy is 15, and is a very bubbly type of girl. Her body developed faster than Katies did, and she has 34C boobs. They both have auburn hair and brown eyes. They take after their mother in looks, as she has auburn hair and brown eyes. The past six months things have not been going very well in our household. Our sex life has been poor. Krystal seems distant, and disinterested in sex. There is a feeling that. He wasn't even a particularly good lover, though my knowledge in this area was previously limited to a furtive, drunken coupling with a barely known teenager on my sixteenth birthday. From what I heard from the girls at work, my sex life was also fairly dull and conventional. Certainly if their giggled tales of sexual gymnastics were to be believed.He wasn't even a man's man. However, he did make me laugh. He could tease delighted shrieks of merriment from me even with the most mundane aspects. Warm hands smelling of herbs smoothed down my hair, urging me to calm down, which wasn't going to happen. I kept up my struggles, fighting against whatever was trying to drag me back into a deep sleep. I couldn't -wouldn't- go back under where the deep, aching emptiness awaited."Let me go!" I ground out through an aching throat, giving a final mental shove against what had to be a heavy sleeping charm, shattering the spell and opening my eyes."Easy, Ramirez." Marcus was sitting on one side of.