I don’t remember how many times I came, but as soon as he pulled out I collapsed on the floor. As he pulled out, I could feel another wave of pleasu...e come in. I didn’t know if the stranger had come either.I could hear the men talk in Russian as I lay on the floor, they were laughing tooI don’t remember how much time I lay on the floor, but the next thing I knew I was laying across the leather sofa. I opened my eyes and I could see the men, both naked now sitting at the table and drinking what. Will I ever be at peace with myself? My mind wanders to your beautiful face, your perfectly pouted lips, your beautiful grey eyes, your amazingly beautiful white straight smile, sharp canines pulling my view directly towards them. Your perfectly shaped body, your soft sweet exterior, yet dominant being, making me beg, wanting more of you but getting nothing. Unable to handle myself, squirming with every one of your soft spoken words, shuddering at every touch, wonder, hoping that just maybe,. Marty..." She slowly pushed herself up on her hands and sat next to me. "Klein." "Ummm... Actually... Calvin Klein is the name of the person who makes stuff like underwear... He's, ummm, famous where I come from..." "Where that's?" "Ummm, far away..." "Oh," Mom/Lorraine said. "Do you mind if I sit here?" She asked innocently. "No... Fine... No... Good... Fine... Good..." I mumbled. She smiled. "That's a big bruise you got on your head." She reached out to touch it. But I could tell she was. ” He thought while looking at Stacey’s last text she sent last week. She had texted that she and her best friend were in Greece and would be working there the whole summer in an hotel to pay for this small 2 room appartment they found. “P.S.We are happy" the words were really there. “Well, if she’s moving on I will too" Seven said out loud while he walked up the stairs. Suddenly full of positive energy. This past year, his sister always knew how and what to say when Seven felt lost. Isabella.