She saw the singer standing by the corner of the building, puffing at a cigarette. Mina’s nose wrinkled. Definitely hand rolled clove cigarettes, an... not good ones. Her prey noticed her, and quickly dropped the lumpy parody of a smoke, quashing it beneath the heel of his black boot. Mina let her eyes wander from the boot, up the tight blue jeans, with a much more satisfying lump in the crotch. She let her eyes linger, then quickly flicker up the rest of his body to his face. She felt no need to. She then reached up again and cupped her breasts in her hands and squeeze them again and then took her fingers and rub them along her erect nipples. My eyes were fixated on her large tits and stopped playing with my cock.“You wanna touch them?” she asked. “Sure thing,” I said to her.“Ok,” she said, “sit up here on the bed.”I got up and moved and sat down beside her. She then stood up and moved in front of me and took my hands in hers and brought them up to her tits and began helping me. I was gonna get you flowers, too." Flowers are great, but you know what I'd rather have? A fucking*orgasm*."Marcus glanced at the other four faces glaring at her and laughednervously. "Come on, baby, I make you come, don't I?" Twice. Twice in six months, and that's giving you credit for the timethat you got me close and I finished myself off. And we have sex twice aweek, Marc. I've given you twenty-four orgasms for every one you've givenme." Aw, but like, it's different for girls, right? Isn't. My faith helped me stand up and support everyone around me. I wasn't the kind to throw my faith in others' faces. I knew my friends were hurting. What they needed most was my love.I found during the visitation, and afterwards at Ella's celebration of life at her parent's home, each of my friends sought me out. They needed someone to listen to their grief, or just hold their hand. Some needed a shoulder to cry on. What it came down to was they needed someone to let them know they were loved..