The girls lived on a hill that over looked the city so there were trails very close to the house in the wooded areas. We're on the trail and Im bored ...nd horny and Allie is just talking about normals things. I cant understand whats going on. We finally get to this lookout at the top of the hill. Great view. Allie looks over at me as we rest on a large rock formation and say "I've always wanted to get fucked up here". Finally. This is what I was waiting for. "well youre about to" I tell her. She. I lingered outside his car before half-staggering back to my own feeling his eyes on my back. I could feel his instinctive need to capture me and prevent my departure – it was a tangible thing hovering between us as I crossed the short distance. My mind worked desperately, trying to preserve these recent memories and already setting up a file for the next chance. Mental lists were being made: when, where, for how long. I found myself on the highway without knowing how I got there and was. “Illia you need to rest” he said.She waved him away.“Let me help you,” requested Kin.She shook her head, pointed to him, then the bed, and then made a sleeping gesture. She then straightened up and walked out purposefully.Kin followed at a distance as she strode back to the traveling rooms. He heard the sound of chiming bells coming from the traveling room area, but he turned the corner only to see the door to the traveling room snap shut.He retraced his steps back to the room. It was only. What Word DO you use? I asked.COOKIE.She was old skool.I liked that.I grew up with mah Mama and Big Mama calling they Pussy a COOKIE — or a POCKETBOOK.I understand.I like that word too.I hoped she could hear me smiling thru the phone.I guess she did cuz she laughed a little.Well, my Cookie has crumbled I guess you could say.When kan you git over here to my office?Madame X said you made house calls? It would be easier if you could come see me. I have a little trouble gitting around on a regular.