I had fucked her in the story I wrote about her, but now I was going to fuck her in every position I could think of.- - - - -Becky was simply the most...gorgeous girl I’d ever known. She had long flowing brown hair with just the right amount of curl and beautiful green eyes. We’d flirted with each other for years, but I never was able to muster enough courage to take it any further. But tonight, I was going to have her for real. I was going to fuck her for three days before moving on to an. A wave of heat washes over you, and you know that your last opportunity is upon us. Again you drink in the sight of me in my repose.The tragic beauty of my body as it lies in state is a far cry from the almost comedic position my final moments left me in. There I would lie until found, facedown in a pool of my own urine, vomit and blood. My disheveled hair, and broken stiletto heel the silent witnesses to the fatal rush about the house that brought me to a crashing finale. Fear not, dear one,. Even after all these years, I remember that day like it was yesterday. The sun rose that morning over the ocean, just like it always has. I was already at the docks; I watched the first rays breech the horizon and turn the black water gold. All day I worked and sweated on those docks, and by the time I had finished, the sun sank red behind the mountains.That sunrise and sunset stick in my mind. I think about them every day. I can still see them, burned into my brain, even though I have long. "The twins know all about it, I did it to them too when they were around. What can I say, I enjoy looking at women." Don't we all," John agreed.We got changed and headed out to the ice to stretch and warm up. The coaches had us practicing break-outs out of our zone, both passing and just the defence carrying the puck up the ice. Then we practiced our offensive zone plays, practicing passing the puck around in close corners. The scout team was very aggressive, trying to prove they belonged in.