I couldn’t handle it anymore. “Go in deeper,” I moaned to you. You started to go in a little deeper. Pushing your fingers in and out, going slig...tly deeper every movement. I wanted him to pick up the speed a little. “Faster.” I was holding on to your shoulders now trying not to dig my nails into your skin. “Not yet,” you told me and I groaned. You pushed back to stand up in front of me, never taking your fingers out of me. Pushing me up to the wall, my breathing increased. You looked down my. Her body sagged and her eyes closed tightly, forcing out a tear that trickled down her cheek. The pain passed, and she opened her eyes and beheld her reflection in the full-length mirror in her bedroom.She was kneeling on a sheepskin rug on the floor front of the mirror. The incense burner was between her and the mirror, sending its plume of sweet smoke upward. She was totally naked. She saw the needles protruding from her breasts, and also the pair that she had stuck through the outer lips of. I think it every day. How I ran the one person away that really did love me and wanted to be with me. So…yeah…I’ve been single all my life. I went out on some dates and of course, on occasion, I got sex when I needed it. But, I never had the real thing. Love. Damn! It’s funny how you don’t realize that shit until the person is gone. I guess Joni Mitchell was right. *** I met Blue Carmichael at an insurance company where the two of us were employed at the time. I had been there two years before. ”I was shocked at the selling price for the house. I knew it was a six bedroom and overlooked a golf course and all, but $450,000 seemed a bit much to me.Amy agreed.“I’m just the show girl,” Amy replied.“Show girl?”I was not used to the real estate lingo. I soon learned that Amy was simply a showing agent for the realtor. She said it was her job to present the property to a prospective buyer and that the real estate agent would be the one to close the deal.Amy glanced out the window as we.