Now is the time. But, we must all agree, or, it's just fucking and running and upheaval without end, just madness. I don't want this to be that. We ca... be better that. I know we can."I just waited as she put it out there. I didn't try and interrupt. She'd get to me on the by-&-by."Cully, I'm calling your name."I felt light headed. Christ, I needed to eat. My stomach thought my throat had been cut. I needed that promised cheeseburger and a chocolate shake/not too thick. I knew the place Sergeant. He lowered them slowly down her stockings and over her heels. As he stood her shoved them into his pocket and told her that she might get them back later. He intended to kiss her and leave her wanting more, but the scent of her lured him. He grasped her ankles, lifted them and rested her heels on the edge of the bench. He exhaled his need as he ran his fingers up her silky stockings. With his lungs empty he inhaled deeply taking in her sweetness. He looked to her eyes, growled, stuck out his. .The room was quiet except for my light sobbing. I lay there across her bed not knowing what was coming next. I was surprised to feel her hands softly caressing my buttocks. It was almost like she was gently trying to touch the pain away. Her loving hands brought me comfort. The hands that moments before had beaten me raw was now so tender and caring. "Stand up," she said. I stood, but did not turn to face her. My thoughts and emotions were twisted and running wild. It was like a raging a****l. " I mentally chastise myself for taking the Lord's name in vain. My eyes roam beyond the bar, following the woman with the chain-link blouse."Excuse me?"Shit. I guess it wasn't mentally after all. "Er...nothing." Right." The guy sitting next to me, who I thought had previously been eyeing my décolletage (as Miranda called it--I think it's a fancy word for cleavage), angles himself away from me little.Don't stick your dick in crazy, right? I unintentionally giggle at the thought. He turns some.