She is dressed casually in clothes that accentuate her features without distracting from her beauty. Her face, framed by reddish-golden tresses, seems...to float in the folds of the hoodie. Even her skirt, unusual for air travel, serves to draw attention to her shapely legs. A single gold locket graces her throat, simple, yet, I perceive, expensive. I am suddenly glad that I wore my dress slacks and best shirt though I must appear drab and unappealing next to such a vision of youth and beauty.The. She made a noise and I was afraid I'd hurt her or somethin'. I took my hand away and asked if she was ok but she wouldn't say nothin' so I told her she could get dressed."Once she had her clothes on again I asked her if she was ok and she said she was and I asked about how she got wet. She says, 'I ain't just a nigger, Mister Richards, I is also a woman. An' when a woman gets her privates played with like that she gets wet.' See, I didn't know shit then and she had to explain it to me."It was. I grabbed a hold of it and he pulled it towards him taking me with it. He then looked right at me and said “ this one was a favorite of us both” then he threw it on the bed and grabbed my wrist as he pushed me up against the wall. For a moment I thought he was going to kiss me, but he did not. He then grabbed the waist of my pants and pulled them straight down as he turned me face down on the bed. He reached between my thighs and pulled hard on my pussy lips then he gave my pussy a hard smack. An individual memory has no meaning without the context of all the memories that come before and after. That's called experience. Of course I'll have to do it again. I'll have to do it all over again the next time I see him, too. If JJ and I click, I'll continue trying to keep him off balance, until he turns human again." I just got settled in your mind," Al said defensively. "I haven't had time to study all your memories. I was too busy trying to organize the mess of your memories. I'm.