I rubbed up and down into her crack. I rubbed sideways, tracing the curve of a buttock, falling into her crack, and coming out to trace the curve of t...e other buttock. I "hit" her hips with my cock. I owned the bitche's ass. I was all over her. At one point, she shifted away. I moved right into her again. The game was on. She knew. She tried turning around but couldn't quite make it around. I was now so fucking excited. She then pushed out toward me, as if to push me away. Now my fellow. She dropped the pills back into their bottle and looked at the prescription. Pills with names longer than her arm with the directions; take one every four hours or as needed. He had a stash of one use only air pressure syringes filled with another form of the same drug. Migraines. He had a couple more prescription bottles with more names that she couldn't even pronounce, the descriptive being for prevention of migraines. The price of being Nick Saint, the price of having superhuman powers was. I took her hand and shook. She held my hand squeezing gently but not letting go for a little longer than people normally do after a handshake. I turned back toward the painting, searching for the artist’s name on the placard next to the name of the painting which was, “The Secret”. There it was, “K. Morays”. “You painted this?” I said still holding her hand in a leftover handshake. “That’s it, isn’t it? They just had sex in the restroom,” looking into her eyes as she began to smile. She. He didn’t want to quit his job cleaning rooms at the nursing room. It wasn’t that he loved cleaning up shit. It wasn’t even because he’d miss some of the cool old people that lived there, although he would. Brian had a crush. The very first crush of his life, in fact. In high school, he had sex with every single member of the varsity cheer squad. Something that he was rather proud of, but it had been too easy. They were all thin, big-breasted girls with big mouths and hollow heads. At the time,.