It turned out the women were there last night and they just thought we were wonderful, that they couldn’t stop thinking that if normal women like us...could do something like that, maybe they could be a little more risqué, too. We talked for quite a while. They had both been divorced by their husbands (both said for younger bimbos) and this was their feel better about themselves therapy. They asked all kind of questions: were we really related like we said; was Barb really your mom; was I really. But Alex refused to fulfill her desire yet. He wanted to hear every word from her lovely lips even though he was dying to dive back in and devoured her with relish. He realized he had missed her taste and smell just as bad as she had wanted him to taste her. ‘Yes what? What did you want?!’ urged Alex. ‘YES! YES! I WANT AND MISS YOUR TONGUE! I WANT YOU TO SUCK ME BAD! DO IT PLEASE ALEX!!!’ she pleaded loudly, frustrated with his cat and mouse game. Alex smiled with arrogance that he, only he. ’ ‘I thought so, but I didn’t want to get lost. I’ll be there in a minute.’ Ana took the wine out of the refrigerator. She was suddenly very nervous. She checked herself in the mirror – hair a little less smooth, but it was ok. She placed a CD in the player and turned it on softly. She reapplied lipstick, then heard a vehicle pull up. She looked out the window. Miles was sitting in the truck, and she could see that he was looking at the mirror on the visor. So, she thought, he’s nervous, too.. I couldn’t make out neither his features, nor his age, as in this darkness it was barely possible to see a thing.“Hey, are you alright?” I asked him quietly.“Huh? What? Where am I? Who are you?” It was obvious that this poor soul was more than confused.“Well, you are in some kind of a basement, just as I am,” I replied. “Do you remember anything? How you got here?”The guy was silent for a few minutes and then whispered:“No, I can barely remember anything. I just know that I was suddenly grabbed.