Patrick is casually talking about a house nearby that he worked on, and how much he loves the neighborhood with all of its galleries, coffee shops, an... bars. I’m trying to listen, but it’s getting progressively more difficult when it feels like all of the blood has figuratively drained from my brain to my chest. He steers us up to the avenue he was just discussing, and panic sets in again when I consider the street lights and people traffic we’ll encounter. He stops us just before we get there. I lost." "Sorry to hear that." I smiled at him while he unlocked the van and slid the side door open. I was unprepared for what I saw…the van was outfitted as a camper I think. Curtains in all the windows, and a curtain that slid across behind the front seats. A bed filled the back, and big decorative pillows were s**ttered all around. I stared into it, taking it in. "I drive to the beaches in the summer, I keep a storage unit in Pennsylvania and keep my surfboards there. I swap out the skis. "Yes I agree with you Joyce, it seems she has potential", Maggie statedseemingly not taking notice of the woman in the leather chair. "Come closer dear", Maggie said. Debbie took a couple of small steps toward Maggie. Maggie inched forwardto sit on the edge of the sofa. "Bend over", Maggie said. Debbie kept her hands on her head and bent over so her face was check tocheck with Maggie. Maggie rubbed her cheek on Debbie's ever so gently. Debbie's could see thesoft round orbs of Maggie's. .. we flirt at dinner and then head back to the hotel where you lead me to the window sill and we look out on Seattle at night and it's gorgeous. You wrap your arms around my waist, kiss my ears, and nibble the back of my neck, sniffing my hair and perfume ... moaning into my skin so I feel the vibration of your moan against me ... you press your body against me so I feel your rigid cock push through my dress and I slide my hand behind my back to feel you ... aware of the door closing softly.