He made eye contact with me and I instinctively said something to him in hopes of getting a conversation going. We made eye contact and I stammered �...beautiful car” and something like what year. He smiled, turned toward me and said “’72, just finished her up last month. New like they come from Detroit.” We bantered back and forth as gas flowed and he seemed to really warm up to me. We talked about destinations and then both pumps clicked “done.” We got our receipts and as he slid in to his car I. " The poor fucker was practically in tears."No. I ... love you man," I said, doing my best to grin.He chuckled, wiping his eyes. "You're not getting my Bud Light." Old inside joke."Where?" Jaime went for her. Relax. You did good, jerkoff."I learned a little of what happened, in bits and pieces. Mark couldn't get the limo down the alley, and had to park it. He started at the wrong end, and was late getting to the scene. Dan never got past the first guy, and though I managed to delay anyone else. The weight of my 40inch double D sized breasts also tugged on my back and it all began tofeel so useless to me...this fight, this stupid horrid fight. Why was Irunning, there was no escape. No matter what I did he was inside of menow, in my mind, my heart. As much as everything hurt and burned, andas hopeless as things were, there was still him, my lover, my man, mylove, my blissful holy truth, my conscience, my savior, my man, mypower, my will...my master.He would always be there for me, no. ?Fuck. That hurts. Stop please.?He shoves two fingers into her.?Are you sure? You are pretty damn wet!?She looks back at him as he slides another finger into her.?Want to come?? He asks.?Yes.?He slides his hand down the inside of her thigh and just above her knee he presses deep with his fingers.She convulses.?No! Don’t.? She giggles and screams.?Please. Stop.? She is spastic, without the muscle control to marshal a decent defense.?I hate it when you tickle me.?He slides his hand between her.