It didn’t feel like MY name. My cousin told me she could be Cheyenne in the strip club and separate her Angie persona from the things she did as Che...enne. She told me the name allowed her to take on new personality traits and behaviors while she was at the club and she used that to get over her shyness.Honey was just a random name given to me by some cheesy DJ. It didn’t feel like my name at all. I did have blonde hair and I was extremely sticky but I didn’t feel like I was sweet like Honey. I. "I sighed. Yeah... I'm always here... for you.Don't Talk (Put Your Head On My Shoulder)We were driving away from the sterile white building when Caroline lost it."Brian, I killed it I killed it I killed it!"I pulled to the side of the road, ignoring the angry honking and rude gestures from passers by."You did what you had to do, right?" She looked at me, again through teary eyes, and silently nodded."But it hurts so much!" I don't know what to tell you. We discussed this before... so many. " The science officer pointed to a switch marked picture."Okay then," Phil replied taking a deep breath. "Remember, stay cool and act natural. We need the people on the other side of this link to believe everything is fine here."The commander made a motion he was ready, and the science officer flipped the switch. The computer screen changed to a view that reminded Phil of Houston control, except with a twist. There were rows of computer consoles all manned by women. In the center of the screen. When their lust was temporarily satisfied, Melissa and Eric lay quietly on the bed, deep in their own thoughts. The glow and excitement of their recent coupling had faded and Melissa was left with a mix of satisfaction and concern.Finally Eric broke the silence. “I’m sorry, Mom.”“It’s okay,” Melissa replied rather unconvincingly.“No, I shouldn’t have gone that far. I took advantage of you.”“You didn’t do anything I didn’t let you do,” she responded. “I’m the adult here,” she added with a bit of.