At first, her hands were in perpetual motion&hellip, clasping my own hands, sliding up and down my arms, across my back, neck, and shoulders, burrowin... into my hair to massage my scalp. But as our kisses deepened, her hands slowed and she held my face tenderly between them, her thumbs caressing my cheek bones. She closed her eyes when we kissed, but opened them while our faces were still touching. The flutter of her eyelashes against my face was an improbable combination, it was entirely. Waves of memories still flood me at the most inopportune moments, making my lower lips throb, and my mouth dry... Like now, as I sit here, staring vacantly out the front window of the ice cream shop I work at. Goddamn, I need a good fuck right about now... "Hey, Des. What's happening, sexy?" Ugh! My silent reverie/fantasy session is trampled by my annoying co-worker Allen (who's trying to get everyone to call him Chad, by the way). "Leave me alone, Allen," I say, rolling my eyes and turning. In the summer heat, however, and with no breeze outside, there wasn't much doubt that leaving the windows closed and the air conditioner trying was better than the alternative.It was after 1 a.m. and I knew Dave's bus still wouldn't be due into town for quite a while. I pulled back the blanket and the spread on his double bed, leaving only the top sheet to cover me. I decided the best outfit to wear to bed -- the one Davey would like the most -- was my birthday suit.Once again, I slept on. She watched them pull out, then walked back up on her deck, stopping to look at the bloodstained boards. She went inside and called a ‘company’ construction business, they assured her the boards would be replaced by the next afternoon. She checked on her son, making sure he was all right. His regular breathing reassured her, and she went into the kitchen to call her husband. ‘You saw?’ Her husband tried to stifle his laughter. When their alarm went off, it automatically notified his computer.