She is sweating profusely, gleaming in the dim moonlight falling through the window.You are holding her arms above her head with one of the straps han...ing from her shoulders. Looking at her with full passion, the natural thing you would do is not let her go but fuck her. So that’s what I decided.I liked her exposed armpits. I started licking her left armpit. It was so yummy. She had kept it clean. So I found it easy to lick her clean pit under her fair arm. I kept licking like a thirsty dog. Then she was gone and the Mother of the Abbey was showing me to the door. She begged me to take my vows. When I didn’t, it was to the streets for me. Memory sparked again, and my nose was filled with the stink of the Parisian gutter. An old tavern keeper let me wash his dishes for a bent copper every night. Two coppers could buy half a loaf of bread. A man approached me one night after the dishes were done. His breath reeked of garlic and stale wine, and what little teeth he had were browned. Thanks! Ya' did a great job."Jimmy became JIm, and went from being my worst enemy to being my best friend right there. Squatting on the fresh ground in the dim star light. How do you stay mad at a guy that appreciates all your hard work?"Come on." Jim said, turning to lead the way. "We get to use the tool shed tonight."The 'tool shed' was just a little shack deep in the vineyard. Used for storing all the hand tools it took to tend the thousands of vines, that produced the grapes, that made the. But we have moments that are just ours. It’s like he always knew what to say or do whether it was to make me angry or happy. As we got older our time together became less and less, but I always valued our memories none the less. As I got older my feelings towards him only continued to grow and a part of me hurt every time I would see him with another girl, only to be relieved that it only lasted a week if not more every time. As I drove towards the shop I couldn’t help but to think of what I.