"Oh, for the love of Pete... What is wrongwith you kids?" Well, it was sort of an accident--"Jill ignored Maria. "I'd like to think I'm a pretty ope... and adaptableperson. I knew I'd have to get used to a whole new world when I didthis. It took me a while to warm up to young people's music, theirclothes, their absolutely unfathomable need to use some variant of theword 'fuck' in nearly every sentence. I learned e-mail. I learnedwhat those various types of Italian coffee everyone drinks. As I shiver (the sheets are cold) I love her. Amelia’s breasts are bare when she comes to our bed, because that’s where her heat is. As the air cools her nipples harden and my eyes widen at the sight of them. Then my eyes narrow, my gaze is intense and her nipples are hard. It’s a race to see whose hands get to them first, hers or mine. If Amelia’s palms are on her flesh, it’s my fingers that lace over the back of her hand and thread between her fingers, eager for the softest touch of breast. I had no idea if that was all fiction or not, but I made the phone make random numbers and tones come out for a least a few minutes. When I was sure I had called all three of the numbers and kept the phone off hook long enough to be traced, I told the place in my head to have me stop bleeding again.As the people in the room began to relax I shouted out, “What did you do to me? Why are you putting blood back in me? Aren’t you just going to kill me when you get what you want from me or you decide. I didn't wear a shirt but wore a black thong inside my white large shorts where he could see my asshole. When he knocked the door, I rubbed the lube on and into my freshly shaved butthole. He was shocked when I opened the door and he had no idea of my plans. We went to kitchen to offer him a cold beer then we passed to my room. While talking on our bed, I crawled to CDs to reach them. My shining asshole and black thong was viewable from where he sits. I just turned my head to him and asked.