“That was such a thrill, you were fucking me so good as well. Maybe need to find somewhere a bit more secluded next time.” She said with a wry smi...e on her face.“Next time?”“Oh yes, we will be having sex in the car again!” She said so sure of herself.“Only if I get the same show in the back?” I grinned.“Deal!”I leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. “I’m going to shower!”“Ok, I need to get this make up and outfit off.” With that she lifted herself back up too her feet and edged. I felt bad about the last time I saw him. The next few holidays and gatherings, he never showed up with his family. His mother always said he was busy with friends and I didn't press the issue.I guess I wasn't mad at him - I thought some time between us might dim the memory of that night. And, in fact, it did somewhat. I didn't think about that night as much as I used to and with the sex I was having, I was definitely satisfied. So, by that spring, I was ready to put it behind us.I got his. 'Oh my God,' I thought - 'why am I always comparing myselfto other girls?'"Thank you! I like yours too. I'll let Leah know you're here." Shepunched some buttons on a complicated-looking phone set. While she waswaiting for an answer, I stepped back and took a look around the upscalereception area. There was some amazing modern art, which I'm sure cost alot of money, and the furnishings were very clean and contemporary. Butno windows - those were reserved for the big shots, I supposed. Athirtyish. Brendan didn't really mind. He was enjoying the moments of nostalgia as they passed landmarks he had committed to memory. He gazed upon the New Jersey he remembered: the small homes with crappy yards in neighborhoods that were separated by highways and industrial zones. The oil tanks rose and fell as ships came and left. Growling trucks maneuvered in the back of warehouses with their incessant "beep, beep" when they shifted into reverse. Somebody clanged the doors on a boxcar or slapped their.