‘I do.’ ‘Thursday night, you, me, the Auto Crafts shop. We still on? You promised to help me put in the 205. You’re my only hope Sarn’t, I d...n’t know anyone else strong enough or smart enough.’ He laughed at me, detaching himself from the door frame. ‘I’m married, you little hussy. Yeah, Thursday night. After that you’re doin’ all the little PM shit to my cars ’til I PCS.’ ‘Yes, Sarn’t.’ Changing oil and doing tuneups until he did a permanent change of station. Ugh. The 205 was worth it. I. ”“Buy me a little sports car?”“Why don’t I just buy you a sports car and you drive it up the mountain?” I suggested.She giggled. The way it made her breasts move caught the attention of the sexual beast deep within. And here I was sure she’d slain him last night with her antics.“Come on, Big Daddy,” she almost purred. “Tell me.”“Whatev,” I said in my best valley-girl imitation. “I love you.”“Brat,” she said, then tickled me and gave me a pout. “That the best you can do?”My eyes got big.“You. He had taken the subway and was walking down Broadway when a sudden, excruciating pain flashed across his mind. He yelled and almost immediately blacked out.On awakening, he could discern movement, but he found himself in a darkened room, surrounded by tubes.“Waa,” was all he could say. He was on a ventilator that was preventing him from speaking. Something very bad had happened, he knew enough about medicine to know ventilators are for serious issues.“Oh here, let me help you with that,” he. ’ — Amy wondered the same thing herself, as she and Geoff made love that night. They were in the steam room, with the steam low, the room was warm and foggy, but not searing-hot. Amy sat in the circle of Geoff’s strong legs and arms, her own arms and legs wrapped around him – and all her weight resting on the stiff 70-year-old cock that impaled her to the heart. They had sat so for more than an hour without moving. It was a Tantra Yoga technique that Geoff had taught her, and it had become.