"You kids. Always with the drama." Gee, thanks, O Aged and Wise One." Don't be a dick. Look, come to dinner, okay? I'll call Ryan and ask her. We all ...ant to see both of you." Sure, I'll be there," Brody promised.The evening wasn't as awkward as Brody feared it might be. He drove Ryan over; they had both agreed it was silly for her to rent a car when they were going to the same place. On top of that, he wanted to be alone with her for a little while, hoping he would find the right thing to say. .but you want more and look back with worried eyes. You see me, and I tell you to "turn the fuck around!" Instantly, feel you drive both fingers hard into your ass and in response you let out a guttural moan. I continue to work your ass, preparing it for my weapon of choice.Then, at the point of no return, you feel one hand on you hip, the other is around my shaft lining it up to guide it deep inside…inside your ass. First just the head.... it feels so good but I must plunge it deeper. Then. I looked up."Those toe nails of yours prove it then. All those dresses and shoesand shit in your bedroom... it's all for you. Isn't it?"I always thought I might be caught dressing some day. Maybe somewheredeep inside I was hoping for it. That was a big part of the thrill. ButI always pictured it as being embarrassing, maybe mortifying at theworst. I did not imagine it playing out this way... brutallyterrifying. As tears welled up in my eyes, my chin started to tremble.All I could manage to say. And I don't understand what you're saying at all." "I'm saying you're not real, Robert. And neither am I, neither is this room, or this conversation. We're just fiction. This is a story, Robert," she continued. "You're a regular guy and I'm a woman who's no good for you and we're having a night of cheap thrills, and then you're going to have a horrible revelation. That's our plot." Robert's mouth went dry and his palms began to sweat. "This is all being made up as it goes along," Charlotte.