Be still my heart. In the back of the cab I remember laughing to myself and repeating over and over, “Oh my god. I can’t believe I’m doing this....��I was completely sober, and here I was being driven to a bar that I had never been to, alone at 12:30 at night. No one even knew I had left. As I was pulling up, I could see some women spilling out of the club onto the back patio. Another shot of fear coursed through me. I paid the driver, who was smirking when he said "good luck", and took a deep. She pressed her hand to my face, across my mouth, smearing the oily liquid over my lips. It tasted salty and faintly bitter, and there was the definite and almost overpowering flavor of vinegar, but it was unlike any vinegar I'd ever heard of.She poured more into her hand, still speaking, watching my face, caressing my breasts and particularly my nipples. I felt them harden and a warmth began to grow, in my mouth first, but then everywhere she touched me. My breathing grew shallow and my pulse. He kissed down between her breasts, sliding his hands along her sides, unhooking her bra behind her and sliding it off to join her shirt on the floor. Carefully, his lips trailed between her breasts, under, and then up, taking her nipple into his mouth. The feeling of his warm lips around her breast made her back arch, pushing her breast father into his mouth, her head going back further into the pillows. She loved the feel of him on her skin, the comfort of his bed under her, the smell of. We are coming into the town of Ephrata [The town exists where the story shows. Everything else is my imagination.] on US 322 from Philly. What works for you?" We are west of Ephrata a bit. Let's meet in the square." Okay, we will head that way." See you there shortly. Mark out." Arnie, did you hear all that?" Yes, I will head toward town and stop looking in at houses." Good."We made our way into Ephrata at our usual slow pace. We had no overt arms other than holstered hand guns. In our wagon,.