I took a few gulps, I was thirsty after all, then she sat her glass down, stepped to me, put her arms up around my neck and pulled my head down for a ...iss.And, it was not an ordinary kiss; her tongue was darting in and around my mouth as her arms dropped down to pull me close. She was really pressing herself into me. I had a hard-on, of course, I mean, who wouldn't? And she began grinding herself into me rubbing herself on my erection.Then, she pulled back and said, "Bring your lemonade, come. I realize that I’m not your favorite person, but I can see a little bit better now how I can ... we can handle this.”Danny did not contradict her. It would be very difficult for him to interact with Helen.“Let me know how you’ll decide, and we’ll take it from there. If you go for an adoption, don’t go with Social Services. Try to have a say in who’ll raise the child.”Helen nodded. “That’s a good point. I’d hate for my ... our child to be raised by people like my parents. My mother, she found. I continue to move inside you, back and forth, up and down. We gaze into each other’s eyes as our bodies connect the way bodies are supposed to connect. If only we could stay locked in this position for eternity. If I gave my heart to you, I must be sure from the very start, that you would love to love me. And you do. Your expression can’t hide it. Tonight there is no rush. It is you, me, and Jeanne, presiding over this consummation, approvingly, no doubt. We rock, we quiver. The little. Glancing at the gate, she swung her eyes toward the dais and stumbled to a halt. My God, she thought in horror—why is that door open?“Siri!” she cried, backing away in panic. “The door! A door is open in the gate hall!” Stumbling, she continued to back into the passageway, fear like a fist gripping her heart.Siri responded: “The door opened as you entered. Did you mentally command it to open?”“Fuck no!” Rebecca cried, 10’ into the passageway and continuing to retreat. “Why would I do.