The truck was old and covered with dirt and rust. The onlylettering on it was "Towing and Repair" in faded white letters. The drivergot out and approa...hed Chris."Looks like you could use some help." Croaked the driver.Chris gave him a quick look. He was old and grizzled. He was unshaved and hadabout 3 days growth on his deeply tanned and wrinkled face. His coverallslooked as old and beat up as his truck. Chris figured was probably some sortof desert loner who cruised the highway for breakdowns.. My hands would be the instruments of your undressing. Would we kiss? We may kiss. Would the senses we have in our mouths find enjoyment Yes, we would taste each other at last? Would we enjoy the subtle mixing of our labored breathing? Would we enjoy the warm, wet lust that fills each of our mouths? Would we permitted our lips to part, encouraging, although would both our tongues know of these secrets already? Could we surviving the agony of sweet ecstasy, but whatever would you expect to gain. I was about to fire again when he held up his hand and begged, "Wait... You don't have to do this... I know what she's done to all of you...howshe remade you into her slaves..." She made me beautiful," I told Gordon with a smile. "She gave mepurpose and love..." She brainwashed you all," Gordon spat out angrily. "Do you evenremember who you were before she changed you?"I frowned slightly, realizing that I didn't remember my life before themistress made me. Of course there was nothing worth. Now, you know how they say that the eyes are the windows to the soul? If that was the case, looking into Amanda's sparkling green eyes was like looking into a mansion lit up for a Christmas party. I was sitting behind the counter totaling up receipts in preparation for closing, when the door jingled and in she walked.I looked up and fell into her eyes. It was like I'd been struck by lightning. I felt the spark jump. I must've stared at her for only a couple of seconds, but it felt like an.