I walked in front of her and she jumped and hugged me still crying.She was in my arms and off the ground with her head wetting my shoulder with tears....She moved her head back, looked into my eyes planted a light kiss on my cheek and thanked me for coming back. I asked her what her the reason for crying.Her relationship had just ended yesterday with her boyfriend. It was a very sad moment. I hugged her and gave her the pendant. Her tears stopped and a smile broke in. She thanked me, took the. The river was barely above freezing, and would be fatally cold to anyone else, but the strong current felt wonderful to me, especially flowing against the most intimate of places.With a contented sigh I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, the scents from the forest carried a thousand little stories to my nose. A nearby fox’s den hid a mother and her kits. A couple deer fed downstream, keeping a wary eye on me. When I was human, I felt helpless with my eyes closed, but I didn’t feel that way. I had been in Stockholm, Sweden and were heading back to Uppsala in my red Alfa Romeo late in the evening, whem I spotted a girl walking in the chilly summer night with a skirt, short as the British petrol pump attendants use to wear in 1968. I stopped and asked her if she wanted a ride.She gladly accepted and I drove her to her house somewhere at the coast of Sweden. She was really cold, as I felt when I as if accidentally put my hand on her knee. She had been to a party and were heading for. Before another word can come out my mouth,She stopped and whispered shut up,Before I knew it,our clothes were disappearing,Her lovely tongue went back to work,as if it's only purpose was pleasuring,Still in my mind I still questioned,Instantly i thought i'd let my actions find the answer,So the tables were turned,as i pushed her against the wall,Held her hands back,and my body started to talk,Using my tongue,kept grazing it onto her bare chest,Softly swirling it around her nipple,trying to do.