‘Wake me up when you need me to leave,’ she said, feigning sleep. She couldn’t have been more delicious. Everything about her was so small and p...rfect—-her doll-like face, long-lashed and pink-lipped, her slim toned arms, the cleavage that peaked at me over the top of the blouse. ‘Wow.’ The word escaped my mouth without permission from my mind. I blushed, not quite sure what had come over me. Jennifer’s eyes flew open. I expected to see indignation or anger but instead they were just even. She. ”Mordred smiled. “Aw, you shouldn’t have. But it smells bloody good.”Elissa laughed as she released her hold and finished getting the two plates ready. Mordred sat down on the sofa as she brought the plates in and placed them down on the table. She then went back for two cups of coffee.They both sat eating and catching up on the daily news on the television. The smell of coffee and fried breakfast filled the air and Mordred was in heaven.“God, this is good. Thank you, Sweetie”“You’re welcome,. I couldn't restore her family and friends, and I didn't think I had the right to take away her memories of what had happened to her. I thought, then, if I had seen things unfold correctly, that this would be a stepping stone for her that would have her end up pretty close to where she started.Lisa Antoine was in Hollywood again. She moved there with her boyfriend, a brilliant computer programmer and designer. With no criminal record. I wrestled with letting Brock remember what happened and. He was suggesting an orgy and my wetness was all for it, I felt I needed three men to satisfy me, Liz, just wanted to go back to the hotel and sleep, and Sandra, offered Liz's boy a threesome, she was into DP and being "Spit-roasted", I was into just being fucked, the more the merrier.Leaving the beach into a poor and deprived housing scheme, we went through an underpass, which was made of concrete and was about 500m long.We each walked with our boy, arm around waists and kissing full on moth.