His suede boots were replaced with saddle back oxfords, his slacks were linen khakis, his shirt had the Ralph Laurent logo. But the main thing was his...hair. The pony tail was gone, replaced with a stylish short haircut. He wore no eyeglasses. ‘Mike, oh my gosh, you look so different! I can’t believe you cut your hair, you look ten years younger!’ ‘That’s why I’m sitting here, I was afraid you wouldn’t recognize me.’ ‘Mike, it doesn’t matter what you do with you hair or your clothes, I’d know. Her glance met Marcus' eyes as he settled into the seat opposite.His mouth was agape and he was hunched as he tried to find a comfortable way to sit. She felt her gaze drawn down to the sight of his discomfort, and she tensed again, the fear returning.Those thoughts were brushed aside, though, by the feathery touch of Shawna's fingers as they trailed up her sides. She shivered at the sensations, shifting around on the bed to get her legs on the mattress. Almost of their own volition her hands. A shot for laughs, and few more after that, plus the drinks in our hands. Who were we trying fool? Swapping cigarettes back and forth and praying it might taste of our mouths. It’s strange how I didn’t think of a****ls until you touched me. That night, on the hood of the van. Your hands over my own and on my neck. A phantom now, I still feel it. In my mind, like a shutter on a camera. Capturing bits and pieces of moments that alcohol did not deteriorate. We felt like snakes. Two more shots now,. Daddy Bill still had his nightshirt bunched around his hips and I was able to slide my other hand around behind and rub the slightly damp canyon of his posterior privates. I even naughtily rested my middle finger right on top of his gyrating pucker hole thinking that the girls at school were fibbing when they told me a lot of boys liked to stick their thing in the tight opening just to make girls scream and cry. When they told me that they did it to boys as well, if they were so inclined, I was.