Lucas took the popcorn and soda and followed Kristina into the correct theater room. There was no one in the theater yet of course, seeing as they wer... twenty minutes early, and there were likely to not be a lot of people anyway because of the time. Kristina ran to the top back seats of the theater and sat down. Lucas followed behind and sat beside her.“What was that all about with the popcorn?” he asked quizzically knowing that Kristina was a health nut and would never eat popcorn drenched in. She laid it out on my bed. I tell her that I just don’t feel like dressing up. She won’t let me just stay home in my jammies. I get a shower and put on the black mini dress, then head downtown to the bar. I get there and Sherry is with a couple guys; she introduces me, and I smile trying to be upbeat. We get a table and order drinks. I try to let Sherry know I am not in the mood to make conversation with men I do not know. After about an hour, I start to feel a little more in the mood to. The other thing I did that night was to read over and over again the only book that I could find in the house; the Holy Bible.”“Why did you do that?”“If I was going to survive on this planet I knew I would have to be able to communicate. I had only been able to pick up a rudimentary understanding of the language from the mind of the man that I had killed. I needed to learn more, so I read and re-read the book until I had picked up a lot more of a vocabulary. I’m sure I must have sounded strange. I stroked it up and down until it got hard then wrapped my lips around his head and slowly moved it into my mouth. He moaned with delight and a few minutes later, he came and was exhausted. "Anything else, Mr. Jones," I asked."No baby, you can go, I love my wife but I would fuck you in a heartbeat if I didn't." He said.So I got out of the car and drove home. I was embarrassed and worried that Mr. Jones would go back on his word and tell my folks. I blew him on random occasions over the next few.