“Take that damn thing out her mouth, John. We wanna play with them lips.”“Only if she promises to shut her trap,” another voice said. “Can't...stand when some of these women babble.”“I like it when they do that,” yet another voice pitched in.John's voice reverberated into her ear, “Do you want that gag out now, babe?”Diane debated whether or not she wanted anyone to play with her mouth. She couldn't handle the gag. It was making her feel more claustrophobic and vulnerable and she was already. It's the sound of a woman's fulfillment."In spite of her smile, tears trickled from her eyes as she added, "She loves you very much, John Smith, and I want you to know that I do, too. I never knew my father, but I'm sure, wherever he is, he's going to be very proud to see me go down the aisle on the arm of a member of the Pro Football Hall of Fame ... a gentle giant who I dearly love. Thank you, Dad!"Smith was genuinely astonished. He looked down at April and could see the warmth and the tears. They seemed to have come from the center between the two gates and work all the way around the walls. The markings point of origin came from an incomplete circle that mimicked the one on Aromir's brace. When he touched the center to examine the markings the doors they came to life with light. The markings rearranged themselves and began flashing in sets of three or four and then in sets of twenties and thirties. Faster and faster the characters began to flash until the doors violently swung. It didn't seem a contradiction that I could casually screw two strangers and not feel as if I'd betrayed her. It was impossible for me to explain to myself just how I could feel such warmth and affection for Lena while I was also content to screw others behind her back. Why didn't I feel guilty? Did I see it just as experimentation rather than infidelity? God only knew what I felt.My thoughts of Lena reminded me to check my mobile phone, it'd been switched off all morning. Now I saw that there.