It was just a symptom of those silly fantasies, I told myself.But the idea stuck in my mind for the rest of the night. I kept looking over at him, try...ng to catch him eyeing her up, wondering if he was thinking about her.Later on, she got up to dance with one of the temps. I didn't know his name.Gina loved to dance. I wondered if Preston was watching, what he would be thinking. Maybe he would dance with her next. Maybe he'd had too much to drink and he'd get frisky. Maybe he'd push it too far.I. I went into the phone closet where the company tech had allowed me to store my trunk the first day. I stored two of my guitars there; of the two, I required my father's guitar after my unplanned reunion with Dacia. I closed the door to the closet and set my timer for forty-five minutes of recovering.The first words I ever spoke were "Mi guitarra!" My mother was trying to put me in my crib without my miniature guitar, which my father had made for me. He had been taught by his father but rarely. I was scared to death that you wouldn't take me."But you were wise. You gave me my freedom of choice. But the choice was made when our hearts touched that day. I knew I loved you above all others, as I had never and perhaps could never love again."That is the day my innocence was given. But it was not given as innocently as you may have believed. That first day when we talked, you were trying to appear aloof. You stared off into space as if I wasn't there. Perhaps so that I would not know that. I was so jealous. So goddamed jealous -- but not of Jake. I was jealous of Marcie. I wanted that cock!.Jake would pull her tightly down to his crotch and hold her there. Then he'd pull her off two inches or so and vibrate her head on his cock.The view would shift from the top view to the side. The side view would occasionally shift and show her bouncing tits covered with strings of dripping saliva - her hard nipples betraying her enjoyment.Marcie was sucking Jake's cock like I did: like a cock.