At her wet touch of his nose he relaxed and smiled happily while she lay back. "Remember our understanding," she said.Dipping her finger slightly into...her vestibule, she traveled the wet back up to the shaft of her clitoris which she preceded to stroke lightly. "You probably want to touch me here; and you'd probably like to do this" circling the head of her clit. "And maybe you'd want to touch me here" stroking the space from the head to the opening. "And especially here" teasing her urethra as. . we . . . . As I watch you fall asleep, your head slumps forward, and your book slips out of your hand. I lean down and pick it up and place a book mark between the pages. I gently set you back down; one hand lingers on your chest. My eyes taking in all of you as my heart beats so hard my chest might explode. I feel your heart beating under my hand. You are so close, my body aches, for your touch. Your scent intoxicates me, fills my lungs and my body yearns for you. It has been years and I. "Are you going to tell me or play dodge ball all day?" I thought guys weren't supposed to tell," I said, still not looking at her."Hey, this is Mindy, your sister, remember? The one you've been banging for the past month?"I looked at her. "What about you and Ronnie, then? Did you get it on?" I couldn't help letting a little jealousy show in my tone.Mindy came over and sat on the foot of the bed. She put a hand on my knee and gave me an understanding smile."Yes," she said, looking me in the eye,. What? Somebody pick her name out of a freakin' hat?" Why you askin? You know better Sid, c'mon. She's alone, she's gonna be alone. If she ain't alone you got the wrong room cause it ain't worth changin' a whole set, right?" I'm just sayin..." Yeah I know what your sayin."-Tonight, 10:36pm, Indiana-Sid drove through the parking lot of the 8 Days Motel slowly, looking at the different vehicles parked. They were all dark, all empty. There was a Chevy panel van nearby. He didn't really like the way.