"Du siehst ein wenig verloren aus", h?rte ich von der Seite und blickte?ber meine Schulter. Es war meine Zellengenossin, die mich fastm?tterlich ansch...ute."Du kannst mir nicht vielleicht etwas Geld leihen, damit ich mir einTaxi nach Hause nehmen kann?" fragte ich hoffnungsvoll."Kein Problem", antwortete sie zu meiner Erleichterung. "Was Geldangeht haben wir nur gerade das gleiche Dilemma. Aber wenn dumitkommst, kann ich dir bestimmt weiterhelfen." Ich habe heute Abend nichts mehr vor", meinte. Its a gut-wrenching, sickening feeling that makes me nauseous. Not nauseous enough to counteract my own sick feeling of arousal though, dammit. Shit, I can feel bile in the back of my throat and its not just the absinthe. These always give me flashbacks to my first trip... If that weren't bad enough by itself, having two violent flashbacks at the same time is overwhelming even for me. I gasp for breath. Once the trip's started, there's no easy way to get out of it. Best I can do is see it. He held her close and I suppose she held him as well. I noticed that when they danced one of his legs was between hers. It looked like every time they turned, his thigh rubbed against her crotch, her nipples were erect through her top but maybe I was overreacting. Last orders at the bar were shouted, so I turned to the barman and ordered another double. Then the music finished and she chatted to the young guy for a little while, before returning to the bar. She quickly finished her drink and. When I hit high school, she was in elementary school and so on. She was about eight years younger than me and four years younger than my wife. That put her at about twenty seven and she really didn't look it. Maybe not looking her age was why they gave her that weird nickname, Poke.She had brown hair like mine, but where mine was just brown, hers somehow was shiny and full of different highlights. Her hair just looked fucking sparkly. Her blue eyes also didn't hurt much. In fact, she was just.