Almost all of the city was dark. I quietly pulled into a dock owned by a charter fishing service I'd worked for. I slept on board, not willing to be s...parated from my haul. Before morning I regretted not having filched a rug or a pad, a blanket and a pillow.Mark started to get all indignant and shit before he recognized me. Hell, I'd worked enough for him to have earned some credit, dammit! I blew him a line of shit saying that I had nothing to stick around for anymore. Mom had moved up to. "Her hand had moved, no longer content with his thigh. Now she stroked his re-awakened manhood. He glanced to me, worried things were out of hand. Then I saw him relax as he remembered my earlier words."I guess the main turn on was he wanted to become a living part of our fantasy." She turned to him as she undid his pants. "Would you like to be part of our fantasy?"His first reply was an unintelligible squeak. He cleared his throat. "Yes, and when I find a girl of my own, I'll make sure she'll. She knew the face that opened the van's side door for her. It was her savior, the man who helped her survive and recover from her almost deadly assault. She got in and sat in the bench seating of the van along the side panels. Two other men were there, one with an AR-15 and one just sitting. Nada turned her head and opened her mouth to begin her debrief.Her surprise was even more complete when a needle came out of nowhere and sent her into oblivion, her savior watching with disinterest as she. She's too unstable to predict on her good days. Now that she's opened the closet door a bit, the pressure inside her is probably getting worse, not better. Remember, I spent a week listening to her in group therapy. I won't give you any details, but trust me when I say she is seriously screwed up."Just then John came out of the bathroom surrounded by a halo of steam, a towel tied around his waist, and damp hair hanging in his face. Both of us suddenly forgot what we had been discussing."What?".