I want it. I want YOU to do it. Get on top of me, crush me into the bed, and fuck me so hard I can’t see or think straight.”“As you wish,” I r...plied with a grin as I got out of the car.Misty got out, laughing.“I love The Princess Bride!” she said.We went into the building, went up to the second floor, and I let us into the apartment. As always, it was clean and fully stocked, something Kimmy ensured. I offered Misty a drink which she declined, so I led her to the bedroom. There were literally. “Good evening, Mr. Van Landingham,” Brock said. “My name is Brock Miller. I’m here to pick up Meredith.”Sam Van Landingham looked at the young man in front of him. He’d read all the stories and seen any news program he could find about the Brock Miller saga.He put his arm around Brock and ushered him inside.Sam was glad the boy was willing to stand up for others and for himself. Of course Meredith threatened to castrate him if he said anything unkind to Brock. And Sam was pretty sure she wasn’t. A special excursion train did travel up to Cumberland one weekend, proving that the tracks were actually finished, but it made no stops.When May 18 was established as the new starting day for regular service, a good number of wagers were made throughout Rockville, and knowing smiles were exchanged when no steam engines appeared on that date. "I told you so," seemed to spread across the town like a tide.But on Sunday, May 25, scheduled service began with very little fanfare. Soon five or six. Then you down the contents of your flute in one swift movement and give me a big grin. I laugh and move to pour you some more. As I do so you move in behind me and begin to undo my shirt. I feel your nails moving down my chest and the press of your hard nipples on my back. My shirt falls away and I turn around with your drink. You too have allowed your shirt and skirt to fall to the ground and you stand before me in suspenders, boots and a very wet thong. You take the glass and my hand and move.