Now they had to wonder how this was going to work, because they were going to make it work.George drifted with the lights off holding Jill in his arms... her body against his. The last of the battery in the car shut off the reading light some time ago. He didn’t know how long. It was too long, though; the engine change should not take close to long enough to drain the back-up lighting supply. Her hair tickled his face, as he was sure his beard scratched hers. He could feel the warm moisture from. 45S, 33s and even a few 78s from Dad's parents. An old record player that had its own case that used to be in my room. I remember putting the inserts in the 45s so they would fit on the spindle. Many years ago, when I was very young. My Big Bird and Cookie Monster records. There were three boxes containing an encyclopedia that thought the cold war was still in effect and space travel consisted of a couple of trips to the moon and back. There was an extension ladder up against the bottom, on the. .. my balls. I guess when we were dancing today I really was thinking about something. I was thinking about your tits. I was thinking about how good they felt rubbing against my chest and their nipples were hard and I could feel them pressing on me and I was thinking about how good it would feel to suck on them. But as good as that felt, it wasn't as good as when I could rest my head on them and feel your nipples on my cheek and I was wishing I was shorter again so I could still rest my head on. I mean, if it worked for them, then great. But I really didn’t want to suffer through that. I couldn’t go through with that. I didn’t like it, didn’t want to like it, and didn’t want to find myself in a position where I was forced to like it in order to avoid being miserable.Just the idea that I had been even sort of considering that possibility, and even being okay with it, when I felt drugged by her scent only moments ago, was alarming.Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly, another idea.