“Makes perfect sense Pastor. Maybe they’re not circles at all but rather sixes. You know 666, the number of Lucifer. And God is probably using the... to warn us to get the hell out of here.”“Maybe,” Paul nodded as he thought more on it.I looked around the campfire and realized that most of the goddamned men were buying into this bullshit. But I was having none of it. I wanted to laugh it off but knew that was unwise. Something strange was definitely happening, we all felt it, but I really had my. The pace builds and I move my hands to you hips to pull you hard against me with each thrust. Your hand replaces mine rubbing you mound in circles over your clitoris. You other hand snakes out to grasps the sheets and you arch against my thrusts, the sensations building to a steady, pulses wave. My moans get louder as I must use one hand to clasp the sheets and support myself. Then thrusting fast and frantic as each throb merges into a steady blaze of sensation. You echo my frantic thrusting. That Bobby was damaged, incapable, worthless.Jennifer sensed his distance, as she snuggled up to him. She didn’t understand it, but it didn’t threaten her either.She just kissed his chest, and closed her eyes. There had been other times when they hadn’t made love until after they had slept.She couldn’t know about the nightmares that tormented his sleep that night, nightmares that he knew only too well, nightmares he’d had over and over while his skin healed in the hospital.But she recognized,. I used the time to make reservations and find a clothing store without telling her. I navigated and when we were parked in front of the store, her eyes asked what was going on."We need to look decent for the restaurant I booked. I'm buying you a new outfit."She leaned over with a kiss. "Damn, you are reformed."Half an hour later, my Amex was covering a thousand dollars of new clothing. She gave me a look and asked, "How does a broken down biker support that?" We have to talk."I got a headlock,.