’ I perched on the very edge of the bed, watching nervously as he opened the package and spread out its contents across the top of the trolley. ‘...s it going to hurt?’ he mocked, shaking his head. ‘Yesterday, I cracked open your mother’s chest with a saw.’ Dear God…That really hadn’t been something I’d wanted to visualise. ‘Thanks for that.’ Laughing softly, he turned to me at last only for the mischief in his eyes to disappear the moment he saw my face. ‘Oh, Becks…’ To my surprise, he climbed. This strange wall had a very lewd appearance to it. "The Love Canal" is what was read on a banner above it. The entrance was flanked by what appeared to be a pair of giant legs, each one spread outward. They looked to be made with large amounts of steel, painted to be flesh colored. The entrance itself became what could be best described as a tunnel, filled with a pink colored substance. The entrance to this tunnel looked like it would be a tight fit and that odds are the two of them would need. ‘Unzip the back of my dress.’ she whispered in a quietly urgent voice. After he had complied, she slipped out of the clean white garment let it fall with a soft rustle upon the carpeted floor beside the bed. She was now sitting before him in her bra and panties, and her self-consciousness melted away before his obvious appreciation of her charms. They had known that this night would be magical, but were still overwhelmed by what they were feeling together as they embraced, rolling back on the. Her small breasts were already almost flat and her brown tanned skin was prematurely cracked and lined. Rose-Marie hoped that she’d weather better. Too much direct sun on her mother’s skin perhaps. Le Jardin Rouge was kicking tonight. A DJ from the North American mainland was there, bringing some vital vinyl from Miami and New Orleans. The dance floor was a heaving mass of bare flesh. Penises and breasts swinging and swaying and shaking with the pulsating electronic beats, the occasional.