"I want you to down this one like the one from outside" he said. "Ok, I'll try" I said. "Only this time, if you have to puke, I want you to do it here... he said and then he pulled down his pants. His fully shaved cock was half-hard and rested against his stomach. I was so stunned that I didn't do anything but nod. Like before he pushed the bottom up and it didn't take long until I had to puke. Obediently I bent over and spit it out over his cock. It was just beer and a lot of thick saliva. "Now. Your eyes pierce mine as I stare at you, the same unwavering look. As you approach me you glance to your left and catch glimpse of the bottle of champagne sitting on my bedside table, swiftly pick it up and take four maybe four draws and set it down to continue beading up with condensation. As you stand there, legs comfortably spread, looking down at me sitting on my low set bed, I inhale and take in the sweet mixture of that familiar scent of you…the one that includes a hint of earlier self. ‘When are you going to start eating better?’ ‘Hey, I bought eggplant. Eggplant,’ she stressed. ‘Don’t I get points for that?’ She knew eating Krispy Kremes was no way to rid herself of the extra ten pounds that kept her jeans perpetually unsnapped, but after all, she did run three miles a day. Most days. And yeah, it was more like a slow plod. But hey, she tried. What more could a Jersey girl do? Ranger was systematically pulling vegetables and candy bars from the bags when he came up with a. You shouldn't have come - what's the use of both of us getting killed?" I'd sooner be here with you, my darling Harriet, than anywhere else in the world. As for the both of us being killed - I wouldn't want to live any more if anything happened to you." What about Jim and your little boy, Gwendoline? You must get back home for their sakes - don't forget that!" We'd better both survive then!" Gwen - if you know something I don't, for heaven's sake tell me. Don't you think I've a right to.