“Hey,” I reply as they traverse a sea of bodies to reach me.“I haven’t seen you in weeks. What’s up with that?”“I don’t know,” I sta...l, then start improvising, “I’ve just been busy with school, mostly,” I had definitely not been, even before my sojourn to that strange place, “and I’ve been trying to solve a bit of a mystery for a friend who got blackout drunk and wants to retrace her steps.”“Wow,” they say in surprise, “That’s… really nice of you. You’re a good friend.”“Thanks, Gretchen.”. ” “Looks like you’ve got a bed in the back.” “No,” said Chris, “It’s the dust covers and padding from transporting the windscreen.” “Looks like a bed to me.” I said with a wink. Next thing, we were in the back of the van naked in our favourite 69 position. “You learn quickly.” He said. “Shut up and suck its cold in here and we’ve only got half an hour.” “OK, if that’s how you want to play it, but your going to take my load if were making demands.” Chris said with an. And she is a sweet thing, like a whole basket of jelly beans.But for all that she is also a little devil! Of late she seems to be enjoying teasing me with sexual innuendo. Things like, “Oh Daddy just wants to get into his little girl's pants.” Or one day walking past a Victoria’s Secret in a mall, “Wouldn’t Daddy like to see his little girl wrapped up in those”, as she pointed to a rather revealing bra and panty set.While I am not a church goer whatsoever, Sari decided we should go to Easter. Sure, I scream and I gasp, clinging to his back like I’d fall if I let go, but with every jerk of his body, I am taken back in time to James and his friends, to the individual manliness of them, to the way they used me like my body was the only thing that could make them feel good. I didn’t have that with Mike. He grunts and slams and pounds and bites me, but there is a resistance behind his movements. There is a love that I find makes fucking a little too comfortable. I don’t want to feel just.