. just a few moreminutes..." Nonsense," said Claire as she slapped his buttocks hard with a wettowel. Dean squealed and jumped, only just managing to ...and back on histip toes. His leg muscles were visibly trembling from the effort ofbarely, just barely managing to balance his weight on the tiled floorof the wet room. "We don't want that pathetic little thing wigglingaround any longer than it has to. You'll probably catch it in a doorframe or something and do yourself an injury. Much safer all. I know I have.Now I'm in the back lying back on the bed. Hannah's managed to get rolled outboard of me. Down at my feet is Margarita Espinoza, a beautiful little Mexican honey. Her husband is one of the sonar techs and he must cry every time he lies down in that narrow submarine bunk without this cutie beside him. Up by my head on the bed is Leticia Johnson, blacker than night and lovelier than the day. Rock solid, the only one on the team that could be remotely considered an athlete. She. After we were done we laid there for a little bit and I held her. She said thank you and she loved it. We kissed, got up, got dressed and went up the activities.We got back to the shelter and went to our rooms to go to bed. The next day we were both able to get together in her room and fucked each other again. We would find every opportunity to get together and fuck that we could.Shortly after that her mom wanted to have a talk with me again. I met with her and we discussed Faith’s and my. Most of his clothes were still in the bedroom, of course, a tooth brush of his sitting in the bathroom, even his smell lingered round the place, I swear. I sat on the floor for a while, not wanting to use the sofa we'd shared – well, before he'd ended up in the wheelchair – not really wishing to do anything very much ... trying not to remember and remembering all the same. I'd loved the guy more deeply than I'd ever imagined loving anyone; he was gone; I had to live with it. Or without it, I.