I paced the ground floor of my stepdad’s house, hoping not to alert his suspicions. He was an asshole with a little too much lip and not enough sens.... In another story I’ll tell you how God dealt with that asshole. In this case, let it be known that I avoided him for good reason. Fifteen minutes went by. Twenty. Thirty. I tried her home. No answer. I tried Monca’s. After three times trying to remind her who I was, she admitted not seeing Cara since the Halloween gig at school. I was upstairs,. Her hair was in a braid, a white pashmina on her shoulder, and she wore a blue shirt and jeans, as she had promised.He approached the table without saying a word and he could see she knew he was approaching because her back straightened. He caressed her hair, then her neck, and then with both hands, started to relax her shoulders."Relax. You are fine."Between the light massage and his husky voice, she felt her hard nipples poking through her shirt and down between her legs, a little wetness.He. I suck and lick greedily, hoovering up every drop. Slick secretions fill my mouth and, tossing back my head, I swallow.In that moment, I'm as slutty as the redhead, as randy as the buxom blonde, and luckier than both. Satiated, I lower my head onto his body and close my eyes. I'm relaxed, content. And in that quiet moment, new images for my story infiltrate my mind. I smile as the images form pictures, the pictures form words and I silently round off the narrative.Her body trembled, overpowered. After a while, the mist began to thin out until it finally cleared completely. Then, yet another short while after that, Jagger realized the old woman had stopped her chanting. He couldn’t say when, but he turned to look at her only to discover she wasn’t there. He sat up quickly and scanned the area, but something strong was telling him she was already halfway home to her people. The almond girl sat up beside him and looked around the same way, although she didn’t appear to be surprised by.