I'm lonely that's how I'm doing. I wish you could be here." Not as much as I wish that I was there."We talked for about a half hour before I had to ge... going. I invited her to dinner on Friday evening after I got home. I told her that I was going to take her out, so she should dress up nice. We said our goodbyes and hung up.The rest of the week was a blur. I was thinking about Stephanie and how she would react when I presented her with the ring. I had a hard time keeping my mind on my job as. Imagining Clays tongue probing her most intimate of parts/ seeing him crouched naked on the floor/ his head moving between her thighs as he licks at the root of her pleasure. Oral caresses. Yes. His hand stroking her now. Parting her tender lips. Fingers pressing into her. Slippery strokes as his tongue swirls over that divine organ. Clitoris burning up under the rhythmic attack of her wet fingers. His wild tongue. Yes. And then it happened: knees shuddering / body snapping forward. Those. What's going on?" Lara looked at her expectantly. "Nothing. I mean—what are you talking about?" "Ryan, you are not yourself. As Mitch would say, you're not all here. Now tell me why." Ryan crossed her arms and sank back into the seat. "I'm just distracted, I guess. Nervous." "Bullshit." Ryan stared at the table and huffed out a breath. "I'm fine." "Did you hear yourself at the sound check? I've never heard you like that. You were hitting every note so hard—like you were trying to club them into. A car parked behind him, blocking him into this albatross of a house.He started searching upstairs, thinking they had stayed up there while the first couple tried to scam him, but there was no sign of them. He ran from room to room, desperate to find them, but with no luck. Then a brain storm hit, and he started watching the video feed, his finger somehow replaying the different angles of the Gloria-esque woman as she and her husband fucked themselves silly in the house, his free hand.