“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked, eventually.She considered ignoring him but the traffic was torturously slow.“Yeah. It was good," she said bl...ndly.She felt him glance at her. “Are you mad at me or something?”Mad. She considered the word, wasn’t sure whether it applied. She wasn’t sure. She decided not to answer the question. Instead, she said,“I don't really know what to say.”He looked at her and sighed.“Do you ever think maybe you only meet a person to find another? Is that so hard to. .. looking at her stew upon the table, that she prepared, growing cold, made her angry and miserable...much more so than before. This man was cruel, pure and simple, he had not agood bone in his body, she was convinced. She sat in silence, plotting hisdemise. He ate noisily, evendemanded more. It burned her to the core of her being that he could be so crudeand thoughtless. When he finished, he pushed himself away from the table andleaned back in his chair. He ordered her to clean up. At the same time Rick was having his dream, Dana's eyes were movingrapidly under closed eyelids, deep in REM sleep.The cool early evening breeze off the beach was causing small goosebumps on Dana's flesh. The waves' gentle breaking sound as it hit thesand was very soothing. Dana felt the warmth in her hand that wasnestled comfortably in Rick's as they walked down the beach. Dana washolding her black high heels in her right hand as she held onto Rickwith her left. Dana's black dress blew in the. He heard me catch my breath as his fingertip touched my labia, and it opened like a flower, parting in expectation, 'You like to have your cunt touched', he stated boldly, I squirmed and slid forward to get some penetration, ignoring his comment?He toyed with my labia, sliding up and down my wetness, he could feel the slight suction of my hole drawing on his fingertip as I tried in vain to suck him inside.I was angry with his teasing and toying, agitated, 'We need to go', I said, adding 'Now',.