" Cindy thrust his fingers into her mouth moaning wildly as she slurped every drop of herself from them.When she had cleaned them he put his hand behi...d her head and started to push her face down into his crotch. She resisted, "No. No I can't do this, please don't make me do this. My husband..." With that he pushed harder."Bitch I said I don't give a fuck about your husband. You picked me up in that bar. You brought me back here, so I'm not leaving until you make me fucking cum.! Now suck my. The processing of thoughts was inhibited by the effects of alcohol. Finally, she sat back down. I sat back down on the sofa next to her. “You’re not my Uncle Eric, are you?” “I’m not,” I admitted. “You’re just Eric. You’re the guy who lives in 2B, the quiet one, the nice one.” “I’d like to think so.” “I buried my husband today and you were there to help me get through it.” “Yes.” “If I hadn’t buried him I would have divorced him.” “You told me that,” I admitted. “He was a selfish, hateful. Luke opened a nearby cabinet and removed a bottle of dark red wine and two glasses. He filled each of them and handed one to Gabby."Thank you," Gabby said, taking a sip. Luke placed his glass on the tub's edge and descended into the water as well. He sat across from her and took a sip from his glass."So, Marcy, what do you do for a living?" Luke asked."I'm a hairdresser for men," Gabby said. That was the truth. Luke seemed like a nice fellow but she wanted to protect her identity- at least for. "Betweenthe van and the truck."I shuffled over to where he stood and peered into the space. It wasblack as pitch."I don't see anything," I said."Oh, it's there," said the guy. "You can't miss it."As I slipped between the vehicles something blew past me. The sensationwas similar to the slipstream of a diesel passing very close. The rushof air surprised me. I pivoted around to find a girl smiling up at me.She was small, maybe five-one with long, straight, black hair. Her palecomplexion, deep red.