I fingered the beads on my Vietnam service necklace, ditched my cigarette and moved my mind to a place with neither past nor future. The eternal now w...s all about me. "Relax, my friend," I whispered as I pushed worry to the center of my thoughts and acknowledged the terror within me. Fear is a useful servant, but it is a lousy master. Once I accepted the fact I was scared beyond words, an icy calm stilled the trembling of my hands and mind, and I was no longer a refugee from reason. From the. It wasn’t that he was unattractive, but he began to think that the desperation was evident on his face. “Can girls even see that?” he asked drunkenly with a sweep of his hand. The barman wasn’t listening, not that he could hear James over the loud, booming bass of the club music anyway. He just shrugged and carried on topping up the fridges with bottles of beer. “I mean, I’m not that fucking desperate. It’s only been like…” He began to count in his head. Four months? Five? “Fuck,” he grumbled. Kathleen’s mother, June, had actually grown up in the same neighborhood as Olivia. They were never close friends, especially after June met Collin Brookes in her junior year of high school and through him found religion. Olivia had nothing against people who were serious about their faith, but she did have a problem with those who followed it fanatically and condemned anyone who didn’t. She also thought June somewhat hypocritical in condemning her own daughter for her sexuality when it was. I began to wonder what it would feel like inside me, how far would it stretch my pussy. After the dance, Mark led me back to the table and told Tim you have a very fine dancer there. Tim asked Mark to join us and he sat down next to me at the table. Mark ordered another round of drinks and as we sipped them I felt Marks hand on my knee. His touch was light but also demanding. Then I felt his hand sliding up my thigh toward my bare pussy. I was getting excited and wet, and was wondering where.