"'Cause I ain't had a girl sneak off in the middle of the night before ... especially after sex. Woke up feelin' right depressed."Abigail's expression...changed from apologetic to guilt, and she shrugged. "Yeah. It just felt ... it felt like eet did before." Is that bad?"She sucked in air through her teeth. "Yeah," she muttered. "'Cause it wasn't a 'Ah love you' fuck it was a 'happy birthday' fuck." He gave a grunt, and she bit her lip. "It felt warm and content, and it should'nae 'ave done."He. I felt her body arch back, her hair brushing against my face. Though the air was still cool, our body heat was noticeably rising and warming our surroundings. I needed more…much more.I stood up with her still straddling me. My hands found the roundness of her bottom, and I pulled her in tighter, our lips never parting. I turned and laid her down on the bench, neither of us concerned about the fine layer of dew coating everything. We were both already wet.I buried my mouth in her neck and drove. Like he was good for anything now. He felt a cool hand on his forehead, heard a sweet, husky voice call his name. He leaned into the hand, absorbing the comfort the coolness brought. ‘I’m fine,’ he groaned out between gritted teeth. Michelle looked down at the figure all but curled under the desk, the anger that had brought her fuming in here disappearing at one look at his white face. She crouched down next to him, concern etching her forehead. This wasn’t a hangover. Something was wrong.. It'll keepyou warm. We're on our way. Hang in there," I kept the phone line open,"Darlene, I'm talking to him on the phone. He's in the truck, but thebridge collapsed with him. he can't get out. I need you to stay closeand start trying to get someone on the radio." I will Momma just hurry please," she pleaded. "Anyone who can hear methis it Wyoming trucking. We need help on State 338, One of the Bridgescollapsed," She began."Rose, Honey how are you doing? Are you getting close?" Almost there.