..hand in hand yours squeezes mine. You climb on to the bar with me; laying your body on mine burying your head between my breasts. I put both my hand... on the back of your head pulling you closer to me as my legs wrap firmly around you. I love how you feel close to me. I can never get enough of you.......this man that means more than anything in the world to me. How did I get so lucky that you picked me? ME? Your lips kiss up my neck and to my mouth, biting my lower lip before giving me the. OK. Fine. A label. A role. Cunt. Whore. Slut. Bring it on. All of it was a dimension of her–not an identity. She was also Dr. Susan Kensington the scientist, scholar and so much more. Why could they not co-exist, each part of who she was? No conflict was necessary. Society could shove its narrow-eyed judgments of culture and religion up its ass. Fuck it all. She denied that artificial morality of sex, those constraints of supposedly normal behavior: the chains of others trying to control and. ..And then I began obediently kissing and licking!Time has no meaning in a thing like that, so I don't know how long itwas until she shivered with pleasure and got off me--only to be replacedby a co-worker! Burning with shame, I began servicing yet another asswhen,"Having fun, are we?"It was Liz's voice, and as soon as she spoke, the maid got up off myface. Everyone stood around looking a little embarrassed until Liz brokethe silence, speaking fluidly in a language I didn't understand. She. Not this night. This was SUNDAY night. This was the night before MONDAY. Monday was ‘Garbage Day’. Something kicked in my brain. ‘OH CRUD!’ I screamed in my own head. My eyes opened and I sat up in bed. Heather, startled and falling off me, panicked. ‘WHAT?’ she gasped. ‘I forgot to take the garbage cans to the street,’ I replied. ‘SERIOUSLY? You scared the crap outta me!’ she replied not ashamed to show her annoyance. ‘Take em out in the morning before you go to work.’ ‘I’ll forget. I’m.