We started getting closer till we were almost hugging. As the dance floor was packed we were being pushed into each other by the crowd.We knew we had ... spark. The liquor and the music were working its magic and we both leaned in for a kiss. It was a light peck at first, but it soon turned into a tight lip lock. We were standing there in the middle of the dance floor just exploring each other’s mouth. Playing with our tongues, holding each other. It was magical.I had one hand on her waist; the. What use is a guy in a fight when every time he starts to throw a punch he always hesitates and pulls back because he doesn't want to hurt his hands?He asked, "What'll we do, Wilbur?"Now me on the other hand, I don't worry about my hands because they are already fucked up from getting smashed and banged and stomped on. "Well, I'll go out first and start the truck, Then Connie and then Em follow and you grab the sawed off baseball bat behind the' bar and follow last. At the first sign of. Her own husband incestuously fucking his daughter! She almost fell down the stairs in her haste to get outside into the air where she could breathe; the walls of the house seemed to have closed in on her, she thought she was losing her mind, that she had been pushed over the brink into insanity.Once in the open, she resorted to total instinct... the instinct of flight. She would take her son and go! They would run as fast as they could and as far as they could. How they would go, where they. He considered closing his eyes, getting in another five or ten minutes of snooze. But the bustling sounds of activity going on downstairs told him that there would be no peace to be found.Slowly he sat up, blinking away sleep and glancing around at his bedroom as the cobwebs were shaken from his mind. Science fiction posters lined his walls. Books and comics had begun to form small mountains over by his desk while clothes where hastily thrown about. He’d have to do something about that before.