I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I felt my muscles give out but did not collapse as all the hands held me. Then I smelled this horrible scent that snap...ed my mind back to consciousness as someone passed smelling salts by my nose. No sooner than the throbbing in that nipple subsided that I felt another needle push through my other nipple. I again felt my muscles buckle and the heat flash go through me. I even think I felt a little blood drip from them, but cant say for sure. What I did feel. Pulling her onto the bed to straddle me I wrapped my arms round her waist and hugged her while we kissed. Her pert breast pressed tightly to my chest as I hugged her (people say sleeping naked is dirty…they were right). The thin sheet covering me did little to hide my growing bulge as Kim sat on me, the long pole grazing her leg every few seconds. Rolling her over so I was on top I started kissing down her neck towards her breasts, her low cut top showing a perfect cleavage. She ran her hands. Not it just made him horny and anxious.But weeks and even months passed Janet showed no sign of coming around to her husband's new way of thinking. And she showed no signs of the sexual frustration she had felt before. Bill began to worry that she might be abusing herself again, and that he was sure that was still a sin.Then one day while rummaging around in the bathroom closet for a fresh roll of toilet paper Bill noticed an unopened box of tampons. It was strange, because he knew that Janet. I wondered if they looked alike. I wondered if I was just being paranoid, if the initials and the sports history were just a meaningless coincidence. Every time I started to convince myself that paranoia was all it was I would think about Beirut and about Nina sitting alone in the cafeteria, reading a book before she went off, alone, to medical school."Jesus, this is creepy," I muttered.I lay in bed but it was a long time before I got to sleep.I tried to call Nina twice over the weekend. The.