I wasn’t panicked. Too late for that. I remembered clearly climbing on to my motorcycle a few minutes ago, or was it hours? Days? Did time even mat...er in eternity? I was dead, right? I mean this was dead, wasn’t it? I remember so clearly that blue Nissan pulling out in front of me, my efforts to lay my bike down so that I wouldn’t hit it broad side, only to have her lay on the brakes when she realized what she had done. I remember clearly the young twenty something blond girl turn her head and. Oh, maybe put this on."She handed him a red satin kimono and motioned for him to follow himback into the sales room.He put on the kimono and tied it with a bow. This just reached over hiswaist and left his legs bare.He was in a buoyant mood now, his fears and shame pushed into thebackground so that he followed her forward without hesitation.He had to keep looking down at his legs and feet. None of this seemedreal to him yet.Madame Fatale showed Daniel the large mirror in the back of the. I was a slut.” I laughed aloud. “You were never a slut.” “You just didn’t know. Anyway, you gave me the bourbon the day of the funeral.” “Before and after, if I recall.” “After. And, I thought, ‘Maybe he’s trying to get me drunk so I’ll fuck him.’ But, you weren’t. And then, when you said my name, it really became obvious you loved me.” “I don’t see how you could have determined that,” I argued. “I didn’t even know you.” “Complete bullshit, Eric,” she said, laughing. “You loved me the first. Now accepting the futility of doing so. By the ankles, Jason pulled Simone up in front of him, her back towards him. Then he pulled the thighs apart and plunged his face between them. “I’ll warm you up ready for the fucking of your life,” he said. Then his tongue began to lave and probe between the vulnerable sex-lips. Simone quivered and jerked, like a large, freshly-landed pike hung up on a hook. Jason continued for several minutes with Simone moaning helplessly all the time. And still the.