Hut, two, hut, two, hut, hut, hut. How's that feel? Jam it in deeper, use your pelvis and let's go a bit faster, rub my bones with yours. Hut, hut, hu..., Pick it up." She slapped one hand on his thigh to keep time and got him up to 120 strokes a minute. He was sweating and gulping for air."Um, ah, oh, ah," he moaned as the girl wrapped her legs about his butt and slowed them with her wonderful muscles, holding him to her and grinding them together, both bones and hair, so he could barely pull. We had a subsequent discussion about the impact of technology on society.After dinner, we walked along the water as the sun sank in the west, and then I called for our taxi back to the airport. I settled up my fuel bill, preflighted the plane, and we got in for the flight home. The sun set on the horizon just as we lifted off the runway. As we climbed, I demonstrated to Marcia how we could recapture the sun and see another sunset from altitude.This time I climbed to 4,500 feet as we flew. Gripping her throat, I slammed her into the wall hard enough to stun her. My grip tightened, cutting her air off until her eyes began to bulge.“I fucking love hearing you scream, bitch. I wish I could let you scream your lungs out but I can’t afford to let you be heard. The thing is, I want to hurt you. I want to so badly I can barley control myself so I tell you what. You do as I say and I’ll hold back, but if you so much as whimper loudly I’ll break your fucking neck and fuck your quivering. Please stay and talk to me. Okay?"She sat back in her seat as she looked at me. "You saw?" You really saw what I'm feeling? And it doesn't bother you?" she asked."Amy, I felt what you're feeling. I'm an empath, remember? But until you just spoke, I wasn't sure what it meant. Now, I've got a pretty good idea." Izzy?" I quickly thought. "Can you come to the Dining Car? I think I may need your help with something." Is it a legal issue? If it is, it can keep, can't it?" she answered, reluctant to.