You should go pee if you need to go pee. No use being uncomfortable. Besides, you can't concentrate if you have to go pee.God damn it, I thought irrit...bly. Just like my mother! But I got up from the table and went to the bathroom anyway.On the way back, I took a moment to text Eric. I knew that hackers could steal your webcam and watch you when you weren't aware of it. It wasn't such a stretch to imagine someone screwing with the wireless connection, right? I returned to the table."OK," I. And then he’ll no longer be gentle. He will kiss me hard, until my lips feel bruised and swollen. He’ll rub his day-old beard against my face, scraping and burning my flesh until I moan. His hands have barely touched me, not the way I need them to. I’ll open my legs further and wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, gnawing on his neck, kissing the hollow of his throat, inhaling the leftover smell of sleep. My hands will slide down over the sinewy muscles of his arms,. “It just occurred to me that I can do anything I like.”It’s as if he can read my mind, which is one of the reasons our little “relationship” has worked so well. Said by another man, 'anything I like' might be construed as sinister, but I’ve always trusted Mark. His words increase my craving and I give another moan as his fingers twist and turn inside me. The situation is different, but my arousal levels are the same as always.“Anything I like,” Mark muses. “Maybe I should just fuck you and cum. ."That went on for a couple more minutes until I could get a question in edgewise."I need a mechanic. A good mechanic. The best mechanic." What's wrong?" He was as immediately and genuinely concerned as I was. Clearly he loves his car too."I don't know. I'm just sure there's something — call it a feeling — and that's why I need the best mechanic to help me find it." Well, the best mechanic is Günter. His shop is about seventy-five miles from here, and everyone whose anyone in LA drives out, or.