No golf carts either.Oops ... got side tracked, mom said I would. You should see her journals! Sex! sex! and More sex! She made me read them so I'd kn...w what was happening to my body. I still don't get it. Mom said if I went to 'regular' school, I'd probably know more about sex than she thought I needed. See ... sidetracked again.Anyway, I was meandering when the power chair ran off the slats ... NO! I am not going to explain the slats, I got off track last time.This old guy ran off into the. It’s like the insanity plea in court or something. And I’m starting to think that maybe we shouldn’t do that.’ He frowned at her. ‘I don’t get it.’ ‘Well, I mean… We’ve been pretty wild recently. And I don’t mean the fucking.’ She flipped hair out of her face with one hand. ‘No one cares about what we do in privacy–or, at least, I don’t. As far as I’m concerned, we could be fucking, or we could be, like, knitting or something. And it’d just be, you know, What We Do When We’re Alone. But in. The unexpected sensation of someone blowing across the back of her neck made her tense as she whipped her head around, her hands automatically losing their grip on the rope as she searched in the blackness for the person she knew must be there. ‘Don’t let go of the rope!’ The harsh, whispered voice in her ear made her turn again, her hands searching frantically for the guide rope and gripping it tightly between both hands. Disorientated, she tried to remember which way was forward. She. And he had me at my limit. I honestly thought he was going to rip my arm right off. But then, I could feel his breath right against my ear.” “Your breath tickles.” “So did his. And either he eased-up on my arm, or I just forgot about the pain, because all I could feel was his face, right next to mine. His other arm was around my chest, like this, holding me tight. I could feel his hip pressing against the side of my lower-back, right here. And I could also feel...” “His big hard.