" "Arouse them, fuck them, and then kill them while they luxuriate in their orgasm," Angela smiled. "I do feel a little bad. He was a great fuck." But...he tried to kill you," I objected, rushing towards her. "And you're hurt. Here, let me fix you up."I reached Angela. Her arms wrapped around me and she pulled me in for a kiss. I groaned and melted into it. My heart beat so fast. I did love her so much. Her kiss was so sweet. Our naked bodies pressed together as we held each other.Angela broke. I was sucking her boob and making her blouse wet with my saliva… after left boob I was sucking her right boob and was sucking it vigorously… she was tell me please do more do more…. Don’t stop…don’t stop… with her response I was doing more and more…Then after I moved to my favourite area of women’s body which I always look and that the waist and naval region…. I was kissing each and every inch of tummy area and then I smooched on her naval, she was contracted and was pulling my hairs and was. .. “Brad’s staying here for now and suggests we make our way back to the Cabin; what do you say darling?”“That’s fine by me mom!”So, arm in arm we’d made our way back, and after entering the Cabin, Linda threw the bolt on the door. “Just so we don’t get disturbed while were in the bathroom!”“Good idea; Brad will have to knock on the door!” I said flaking out on the sofa. Linda chuckled, “Had enough for one day then Rachel?”“If you mean cocktails; I sure have!”Linda put on a small lamp before. My name was written in green. Green symbolized newness. I was the newest addition to the ‘Winterson Center.’ Therapy: My therapist was named Ginny. She wore a rather gothic shade of eyeliner around her eyes. It accentuated the blueness of them. Granny skirts were Ginny’s trademark. She wore these baggy sweaters that engulfed her body. Her face was disjointed, and the bones meshed in an uneven sort of way. She talked like a therapist. Every sentence came from a psychology book. Ginny’s body had.