The scalding liquid fills my cupped hands, and I drink you. Your eyes are locked on mine. No word is spoken. You kneel on the stone floor and looking ...p, you open your mouth, ready to receive my golden liquid.Now we kiss. It's a sort of tradition after urolagnia. It's a sacrament or something. Now the gush of water from the massive shower head high above us. The way you hold my face as you kiss me makes me cry (it always does.)We curl up together under the monsoon rain. We wriggle round so that. Steve and his friends said was the least efficient and should be outlawed. Then guys like Marty said the system was simple to build, install, and maintain. If you did your research, you quickly found that the system was ideal. At least, that was according to Marty. The argument went round and round for the first hour we were at the private club. It was the club which Steve belonged to, and it was located on the outskirts of Abilene, Texas.It reminded me too much of the Banker's Club back home.. ‘So maybe he’s not as shy as I thought,’ she said to herself, running a brush through her hair when she got into the bathroom. ‘Certainly not,’ Mathew said from behind her, startling her so much that she jumped and dropped her brush in the sink. She grasped at the bathroom counter with one hand and placed the other over her racing heart, facing her date with a startled expression. He chuckled softly. ‘I didn’t mean to scare you like that, Iva,’ he said walking up to her. He placed his hands on. "So, did you accept my apology?" Zoey asked."I guess so," Lance teased. "Despite what happened over the weekend I hada pretty good day at school. Oh - I was curious. So, who did you get toclean the kitchen? Dad complimented me several times on how clean itlooked. The JV Soccer team?" Who did I get?" Zoey laughed. "I did it all by myself. On my hands andknees."Lance laughed too. "Wait - Zoey Sellers - manual Labor?"Zoey smiled at Lance. She looked at his smile. She missed seeing that."Yeah, go.