Click. The cubicle door opens and locks behind me. I start to turn to look around, but you're already in control. You push me against the wall and pla...t your hungry mouth into my shoulders, a thousand kisses deep. You bite down hard, a sublime pain running like lightning from my neck to my feet. I feel the soft hair of your chest against my skin and your hardness pushing into my back. It makes me feel vital, wanted and alive.Hiss. Fumble. Rustle. My sighs evaporate into thin air as you grapple. But let's not talk about them. I want to talk about us; that's why I suggested we go get the cokes." What do you mean, talk about us?" Well, like, for example, the way my heart was going thump, thump, thump, every time I looked at you, or the stars I saw in your eyes when you looked at me." Jan, stop that!" Why? We can't deny it, either one of us. Here, follow me."She ducked down the narrow stairway that twisted its way to the lower floor. At the first landing she turned to face me, wrapped her. Fifteen minutes later I heard footfalls prancing down the stairs. I sat up and looked toward the landing. Both girls had changed outfits. Nikki was now wearing a black bikini bra and her slutty Daisy Duke shorts. From the two gentle swells under her bra cups I knew they were stuffed with tissue. She also had on black high heels—not her usual four-inch stilettos, but maybe a two-inch heel. Two dainty gold hoops hung from her ears.Megan had opted for a pair of red Daisy Dukes, frayed at the legs. Sweet tooth, I’ll take two. Screw the purists. Life is bitter enough as it is. Stir.” A flood of late winter sun bleached the back of my skull. It had a sound to it, not a nice one. Squinting for survival. The neighbor scurried hurryingly from her balcony. After a quick second peak, that is. The sheets crumpled at the foot of the bed. She was laying there like a classical painting. A sleeping Venus. One rosebud nipple poking through between her hand, resting sleepily. Hair tousled. My thick.