And you don’t remember anything? Anything at all?’ Mindy closed her eyes tightly for a moment. ‘I remember going out,’ she said. ‘To a…clu...? No, not a club. A coffee house. There was someone reading poetry…’ ‘And playing guitar, yes,’ Grant said. ‘What happened next?’ ‘I…’ Mindy pushed at the blank, sticky fog that obscured the edges of the memory. ‘I remember talking to you. You were sitting next to me, you were reading a book…I can’t remember much else, though. It’s all foggy.’ ‘It’s okay,’. I looked up and said it's salty. She smiled and asked, do you like it. I said I don't know, she laughed and said give it time. Then she took my hands and wrapped them around his dick. She moved them up and down. Tim closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Rebbecca said, that's it just like that. I moved my hands like she told me as she reached down and stroked my little dick. After a few minutes Rebbecca said to spread my legs wide. As I spread them she opened a drawer in the side table and. I arch my back, wanting to give it support but the more I do the harder he sucks, pulling it upwards. I can feel his teeth pinch into my flesh and I begin to whimper. The jubilation is unreal and I want more. I feel the surge of all the sexual tension one can withhold, letting it pour out into this very moment. I know he can feel how much more I want. He catches my very taunt nipple, letting it slide out until only the very tip remains between his teeth. When his tongue lashes it, I feel. Sitting down in the seat, he looks into the rearview to see her face through the back windshield. With a frown he says, “Everywhere I go I see your face. Every sound I hear if the sound of your voice. Why can’t I let you go?”He drops his eyes and reaches over to pop open the glove compartment. “Everything about me is a lie. At least it seems that way when I look in your eyes. The truth scares the shit out of me. Whoever said love is real and love is blood has never felt the way that I do. What.