Reminding you of your subversion, submission to the water. How it stroked every intimate part of you. How invasive it was. She imagined that if she li...ked his skin it would be initially salty and then musky, maybe like wood. As the beat slowed, their gyrating hips also slowed. The intensity remained constant. Charmion leaned in and licked his neck. She couldn’t help it, her next action surprised her even more. She bit her dance partner. The bite was impulsive and primal. Her body was tired of. How the hell could he resist singing with Muppets -- especially when he was laid up with bandages covering most of his body -- including the part that planted his seed? Not being able to have the chance to make babies for several weeks was going to be his end; he just knew it was. If only he had not gotten out of bed yesterday morning!He knew the minute he woke up without a boner, and his wife had already gotten out of bed at some ungodly hour for reasons known only to her, that things were not. I sprayed some cologne on, you never know who you are going to see out, put my shades on and I was set to go. I locked my swim gear into my locker and told him I was ready to go. Like I said, I never talked to him, so I damn sure didn’t know what his care looked like, so when I got out to the parking lot, I nearly creamed my thong underwear. This boy had a black 95’ Mustang GT with the top down. Not that I’m a car fanatic, but there is something about a guy in one of those cars, and then he had. You're conjuring up a tempest in a teapot, as they say. And anyway, why bring all this up now? Why rehash all your concerns from last year? And don't tell me it's our daughter's thoughtless mistake tonight that brought all this swirling into focus. I don't buy it."The middle-aged man threw his hands up in a gesture of helpless frustration. "I don't know. Call it a gut feeling. Sometimes I feel like that boy is lying to us…maybe not about big things, but about little things…important things. As.