I felt her thighs aside mine; her hand brushing past my shoulder as she braced herself on the chair; the slow roar of the crowd; the dancer's holding ...heir breath as they watched. Then the most beautiful sound I ever heard entered my ears. As more of her thighs touched mine, and as I felt the base of her groin hit mine and my full penis was inside her, Britney let out a small gasp. It was a gasp of pure passion and lust. But it was also as if in that moment we had fallen in complete love and. The days I didn’t hear anything from you were my worst days. So, I took myself off social media to try to get over this infatuation, crush, whatever you want to call it. But it doesn’t work.I sit there thinking about you, about what we could be doing or talking about if we were together. I lay at night thinking about how it would be to hold you, to wake up next to you. I know we have done it before but, that was a very long time ago and we have both changed.I’ve tried to tell you how I feel. The door opened and this time he wasn't alone. He was followed by the gang I'd passed earlier in the underpass. I now had 7 men stood before me. Taking about me, once again calling me names. Then the man who brought me here spat at me, it was horrible. He said he was the one in charge, this was his patch and these were his boys. He said as I was now on his patch I was therefor his too. He said they called him boss. The door was locked from the inside and as they stood around I was commanded to. (One may need to consider who could have said what, or their just taking turns or I give a facial, descriptive or movement cue to suggest it.)• People behaving in certain ways minutely or visibly yet never knowing exactly why until they either say what themselves or events either in their minds or the outside world make it clear.• Repetition, potentially as people sometimes have routines they follow every morning or day with occasional variations.• Large amounts of time sometimes without any.