I got up early, called Kathy, and here I am. She should be here in about fifteen minutes or so.”That’s the one thing I didn’t figure on. I tried...to give her some freedom, and I end up costing her a chance to be herself and do anything with Dave. How could I not think of that? Then we heard… “Morning. Whoever made the coffee, thank you.”She looked at me, “Are you alright, honey? I thought you were sick or something.”“No, I’m fine.”Kathy knocked on the door and Terry let her in. Now Terry was in. Which is why we each had a bedroom off the master bedroom, it wouldn't do to let too many people into our secret until we were sure of them!The club was buzzing, heavy rock music filled our senses and the sweet smell of marijuana was all around, the raised dancing area heaved with scantily clad girls trying to see who could wear the least without being arrested and the bar girls were working at full stretch."I'm going to score some E" Cherry informed me and disappeared into the throng, a. I can see the ropes of adulterous sperm on her face and in her hair, and her mouth drools with yet more spent liquid manhood. She says, softly, ‘you bastard, you killed me.’ Then I snap awake. * * * * * * * My name is David Yeason. That’s pronounced ‘Dah-VEED.’ I’m fairly tall, medium build, not real athletic, sandy hair and green eyes. I have a M.S. in cryogenic physics (that means real cold stuff, like in liquid oxygen). I’m nothing special, just a guy, with a technical degree, a pretty and. ‘This is the last time, you must not come back,’ there was a resolve in her voice but I also heard anguish that made my heart ache. When I pulled her to me there was a brief kiss that ended quickly with a final word, ‘go.’ I heard the door latch behind me as my foot hit the ground outside. I slept well that night and walked on air for the next three days but by Wednesday there was an ever present annoyance praying on my mind. Her words, ‘this is the last time, you must not come back,’ nagged.