Not great friends,Pete and I drank beer across the fence,talked football and sex.One summer day I caught Pete leering at me as I tanned.Wearing a smal... thong I let him leer.They'de both met a couple of women I date but took no notice to the men who visit.At that point I was servicing several older,married men needing the same thing,regular blow jobs.Pete and my friendship took a turn one afternoon as I said Bye to one of my regulars.At my carport door I stood nude as the man reached behind. He broke the surface and gulped in the cool night air. He was something floating nearby and he grabbed it. Whatever it was, it was big enough for him to climb on top of and rest. The battle appeared to be over, and the burning ship was of fin the distance, leaving him in the dark and alone. "Anyone alive," he screamed hoping for someone, anyone to keep him company. No one responded. Blake's body had reached its limit. He was mentally and physically exhausted from the fear of capture. He fell. Jill trails off the kiss onto the corner of my mouth. Not my cheek – the corner of my mouth. Think about that a minute. Her tongue moves in and out of the corner of my mouth, leaving a wet streak that is just noticeable. ‘You know that will never dry,’ she says in a seductive, child-like voice perfected over years for moments like this. She talks into the corner of my moistened mouth. ‘Now write what you want. Not what you want to write, but what you want.’ She sits there while I think about. "Was that Kevin Sparks?" she asked, closing the door behind me."So that's his last name," I replied, as I walked into the compact kitchen."You didn't even know his last name?" Kim laughed, raising her eyebrows in disbelief. Pulling up a stool to the kitchen counter, she asked, "Sooo... was he any good?" she smiled, propping her chin in her hand with a look of eagerness and intrigue."Surprisingly good for a virgin," I replied, opening a bag of bagels and popping one into the toaster.Kim's eyes.