I had an idea how he might get involved with racing again without being under the strain of being a crew chief.An hour later I was still puttering at ...he big desk when Debbie showed a guy in the door, introducing him as the fellow I had talked to on the phone.I came around the desk and had him sit at the table. I offered him a drink, soda, beer, whatever. He said he would enjoy a beer, so I got him a beer and a bottle of water for me.I didn't do any getting to know you stuff and barged right. Despite the fact that she was sputtering desperately spitting out vomit mixed with cum and saliva, Jon was still staring at her in blank amazement. Her eyes were unfocused and she seemed to be drowning but he could not look away. There was something exhilarating about seeing his own fluids leaking down her front and covering her chest and stomach. Without thinking, he reached out a hand to touch her front and smear the mess around on her skin. After struggling to breath for a long time, she. Yay, Miranda!" she called, causing the rattata on her lover's shoulder to turn around and grin mischievously, "Way to show 'em how it's done!"The festival coordinator smiled and held out his hand to Miranda as she walked back up the stairs and over to the mike once again. "Congratulations," he told her, his voice echoing via the microphone as he took Miranda's hand and shook it before the moment could really sink in, "how about a few words while we find you those passes?"Miranda smiled, hoping. It’s been fueled over the last forty hours by the knowledge that we will never speak again. That all of our dreams are now doomed to remain unfulfilled. I’ve cried knowing that I will never kiss you or touch your skin. I can never hold you in my arms or play with your hair. You can’t take me dancing or teach me guitar. I’ll never be able to kiss you at the top of the Ferris wheel. Our children will never meet, or families will be strangers. There will never be a chance to watch your hair grow.