I kept my mouth close, but my lips remained soft. I finished my sentence when he pulled his lips away, ‘...that this is such a good idea.’ He rema...ned close, his lips just an inch from mine.“‘Do you have a better idea?’ he said, and brought his lips to mine again.”I stopped reading, my mouth had gone dry. I told Mike I needed something to drink. He went to the kitchen and returned with a vodka tonic for each of us. I was growing embarrassed and didn’t want to keep reading so I sipped it slowly.. His calloused fingers provided her too much pleasure and she kept begging for more. ‘Drew, ple….please…just hurry…up already!’ her sentence ended in a scream of pleasure as he entered a second finger, slowly massaging and scissoring her. She felt all of her rational thoughts fly away as he entered his third finger through her wetness. She couldn’t handle it any longer. She tightened her grip on the bed sheets as she spread her legs even further. Drew added another finger and looked at her face. ‘Mal Content, and that’s for real, my father had a weird sense of humor.’ ‘Has it cost you much grief?’ she asked as he paused to shed his pants and then his shorts. ‘Every fuckin’ day of my life,’ He said halting his undressing for a moment. ‘But if you remember that Johnny Cash song called ‘A Boy Named Sue,’ then you’ll see how I benefited as well. ‘Cause I had to fight every mother fucking tough guy in school, and after that I had to waste most of my youth chasing after girls who wouldn’t. "Dot's Diner?" she asked."Sure."We drove in silence, though my head slowly began to feel better. After coffee and juice at the diner, I even began to feel human. Sharon was looking better, too. I decided to go ahead and order food, confident I could keep it down."So," I said when our pancakes arrived, "about last night..." The pictures really aren't a problem, Joe." That's not what I was going to ask about." I paused to put my fork down. "After, when you ... caught me, you said you didn't want.