It seems so innocent, so pure, so out of place. Leaning forward, I flick it away with a quick, tentative lick, and I hear his breath catch momentarily... The taste of that drop is sweet, as is the sound of his breath above me, and I savor both immensely. But now that my tongue has just briefly caressed the all-important anatomy, I NEED to take him into my body, into my mouth. I move forward, slowly, allowing the bulbous tip to separate my painted lips, to violate my mouth. With my eyes closed, I. I cried and managed to blink my eyes enough to clear them. Ikept trying to focus and finally realized I was still in the apartment. Iturned my head and saw Kelsey and Anthony five feet apart. I felt reliefflood me until I realized Lord Anthony was in terrible pain."You shouldn't have tried to strike me. You can't hide behind the skirt ofyour cousin now, little Tony. I'm taking the bitch and there is nothing youcan do about it," Kelsey said, his voice full of gloating.My fear returned. If. ”“I’m so fucked up,” she said.“What? No you’re not.”“Yes, I am. Look how fucked-up my life is. I have a ring on my finger for what, going on two years now? No plans to marry. My family wonders what the hell’s going on and I don’t even know what to tell them anymore when they ask. What the fuck am I doing? Sure, I have a decent job and we live in a nice house, but I have a fiancé, if you want to call him that, who gambles too much, drinks too much, gets high too much and gets off watching other. Somewhat by coincidence, sunset today at Dakar will be exactly the same time as sunset at Bandar Arenas was yesterday, 8:02 PM. So I was up against the interesting experience of half a jet lag, almost a five and a half hour difference in sunrise with no difference at all in sunset. I found myself looking forward to the relaxing darkness of Dakar. Bandar Arenas, and Karbala and Jizari too for that matter, are cities full of light this time of year. It would be a nice change to have some nights.