He took the nub and swirled it between his fingers. Flicking gently once, then twice, her body shuddered once more, and she sighed contentedly. Their...fingers left the well of her ass, and they leaned limply against the ottoman. The, sliding lifelessly to the floor, they curled around each other, and fell sleep. A gust of wind rattled the trees as the observer exhaled noisily. He sat back from his lofty position, glad at his coupling of the two lovers, yet in pain from the neglect of his own. How can you be so satisfied and yet so frustrated all at the same time?A knock at the front door stirred me from my ruminations. I threw on some shorts and went to answer it."Hi Matt, is Sharon..."It was our neighbor Gina. As she spoke I found myself starring at her lips - she has the most sensual lips and is always wearing a shade of lipstick that pulls your eyes (well my eyes certainly) right to them. I think it's because my second girlfriend had those same full lips and wore a similar shade. ’ ‘No?’ ‘No.’ ‘Why not?’ Why not…. the laughter, the tears… the way he’d looked at her in that dress, pictures and pictures and pictures… that day in the field, in the sun… the holes he dug in the sand… the laughter when he’d first told her he loved her. ‘It wasn’t all bad.’ ‘But it hurts now.’ She curls her legs in tighter. ‘That’s what it means to be real.’ Looking up. ‘I found a quote.’ ‘A quote?’ ‘Something someone else once said, that was insightful. ‘Don’t cry becuase it’s over,. Turning,Silent Cal tugged the leash hard, and Lisa stumbled out into the corridorbehind him. As he marched her past the Bobbseys' cell, Lisa could see out thecorner of her eye that the twins were dead to the world. Freddie had at leastmade it to the bottom cot, but Flossie was sprawled across the floor by thetoilet, her designer dress up around her thighs. A sour stink wafted from thecell; the girls had vomited with poor aim. Lisa pitied the slave who'd have toclean up after them. Across.