Ruth really screwed me up inside, yet I still think back to those days and fantasize about having a time machine to go back and do something to change...things so I'd end up with Ruth.I always return in my mind to a warm Spring day in May of 1986 as the "nexus" for my best opportunity to change how the future unfolded. And ironically, it was at an event celebrating a certain television show about time travel that my best shot at finally "sealing the deal" with Ruth was missed. Or so I like to. That was how her story ended! An ending without an ending. What did it mean? When I finished reading, Emily pulled off her nightgown, leaving on only her white thong, which was visibly drenched. She was trembling, and I realized that it wasn’t only from sexual excitement. She seemed scared, and she was pale. She said, “Vincent, I want you to trace my tattoo with your fingers and to say the words out loud.” Nervously, I reached forward and traced the letters, feeling the smoothness of the. But it is very, very nice.” Pierre said, “You are wet, so I know you find it very, very nice. Soon the floor show will begin and you will want much more.” The lights dimmed fully. A spotlight lit up the little stage. On it was a massage bed. On the bed was a fully naked woman. Beside the bed was a fully naked man about to begin giving her a very hot massage. Em looked on entranced. She felt Pierre bend down and take off her panties and put them in his pocket. She heard him say, “You can have. He whispered to me. “Come on, baby, cum for me, cum here on the bus, give up your cunt to me.” I thought ever so briefly about where I was, whether anyone could hear us, and whether I cared. The bus barreled west along the interstate. The forward movement seemed unstoppable, as did my continued submission to Sean’s will. I really would do anything for him. My cunt was wetter than it had ever been. His magic fingers kept at it and then the dam burst. My cunt flooded over his hand and the waves.