. pulling my hair so that my face looks towards the ceiling above us. You plant hot wet kisses along my neck... clearly on a mission. Your trail of ki...ses quickly reaches my breasts and you gently bite my left nipple... a heavy moan escapes my lips. I put my hands on your shoulders... pressing you lower until you are on your knees before me.You place your hands firmly on my thighs... urging me to separate them... I do as you suggest placing one foot on the chair you had been sitting in.... Carl said that, he too, missed having Lauren Fox living close enough for 'communication.'"You have money ... move," said Carl. "You could marry her." You have money ... move," said Cal. "You could marry her." We sound like a recording." They both laughed. After they calmed down, they both said ... like twins, "Good idea!" And that set them off again. They never made it to town.There was a 'Locally Produced' store, plastered all over with Organic Grown signs, at the corner Chewcala and Uniroyal.. All that running has shaken me up, and already I can feel my bladder starting to ache. The train is quite full, with lots of people like us going home after an evening out, but I insist on pushing down the carriages until we can find the one with a toilet. I hate using train toilets– they’re usually dirty and smelly and have a lock that doesn’t work, but it’ll be better than nothing.And wouldn’t you know it, when we find it, the damn thing’s out of order, with a sign stuck on the door saying. This distance thing never entered our communication. I asked her one day if she was uncomfortable with that and her response was, “It’s bullshit, let’s just show them we don’t care." Slightly taken aback I said, “Well great. I’ll bring some wine out to the parking lot when I go to lunch in ten minutes, red or white?”“It’s only eleven AM, white is appropriate."“Done!"Her SUV was parked at the far end of the parking lot when I walked out of the store. I had two bottles of chardonnay in hand and.