"Miranda, you, well it's just that you are beautiful, and, wow. Really?"She somehow knew I wasn't going to leave so she reached and squeezed myhand ag...in and looked to my eyes. She wanted to stay right here. Thesecond wine seemed to appear and I reached and took a big drink.Looking at her as she cleared her eyes again I saw her start to speakbut just looked at her. I wondered what this might mean; the fact that Iwas still seated across from her. I pondered to myself if this momentwas real. I. .you grasp me…..you pull me free from the confines of cloth …your eyes glassy with burning fire…your knowing grin thrills and scares me somewhat….suddenly the sight of gleaming white teeth and the pink tongue both terrifies and yet also electrifies me ~ at several times, in the fervor of passion you have sunk your lovely ivory teeth ardently onto me… a solitary dewdrop of your saliva falls onto my loins as you amuse yourself with my erect limb which is by now rock hard and pulsating with. She pulls on her sneakers with no socks and is just ready to go back up front when the truck slows and Glen pulls into a truck stop. Glen watches as she comes back to the front. He gasps when he sees the red marks around her throat, the huge bruises on her arms and the patch of hair that has been shaved off, so eight stitches could be put in. Glen takes a deep breath. "What the hell Jeanie, were you in a wreck?" She blushed, "No Glen, I just got out of the hospital this morning. Two days ago. ..” Doug was stunned, remembered the multiple nightsChicohad checked silent Mandy out of the pussy barn for evenings of forced sex.Jessica sighed. “Will you link with me?”“Hmm? You mean right now?”“Please? There’s enough light for it in this part of the lobby. That’s why I led you over here.”“Okay, I’ll try.”“Don’t try. Just do it!” With tears on her cheeks, Jessica wiped her eyes dry on her nightshirt and then offered her eyes to Doug. A second later he gave a big hiccup.“Damn it, Doug, you.