" Oh."Apparently she'd held the thought until we were both sitting at the table, me just to keep her company, because she waited until then to ask me...."Why do you call it an icebox?"I laughed. "Well, that's what they used to be, a long time ago—an insulated box you kept cold with blocks of ice that were delivered two or three times a week. Before they had electric ones and renamed them." You're not old enough to remember that, for heaven's sake." No," I admitted. "But my grandparents were, and. Out of the corner of your eye you notice a movement. You look and someone is there. For some reason you don’t react, matter-of-fact you act as if you don’t see him at all, but there on the opposite bank is a man. He is also nude. Not only nude but he is stroking himself. He is mostly hidden from view, standing behind the largest tree there. But it is easy enough to make out his face as well as the swollen penis he is pulling on. He is watching you. You have your eyes almost shut. He can. She found her easy to talk to, talking about stuff she really couldn't tell her own mom. Forty minutes later and two glasses of wine the small talk seemed to fade. Amanda was fixing the girl a third glass of wine and suggested she find something on the TV for them to watch. Melissa not knowing her wine had been drugged with an Ecstasy was relaxed and picking up the remote flipped on the television. Immediately, the large flat screen TV powered up with a porno movie playing. Melissa's eyes. I face you and place my hands on either side of your head against the wall, I lean in breathing heavily along your neck, letting my tongue snake out to get a taste of you. The sharp intake of breath underneath my mouth lets me know that was a good place for you. I scoot into your lap, still rolling my body along yours in sync with the music that is quickly fading from my ears, all I can hear is your breathing, all I see is your beautiful face and all I feel is your body beneath me-- especially.