Sealing in the body heat. She heard somewhere that ninety percent of a person's heat fled through your head, but she suspected that was mostly because...the rest was kept nice and snug under clothing and blankets. She thought her curly hair was thick enough to act as a rather nice insulation."Shanna." Yeah?" Um ... nothing."Shanna turned on her side again. The room seemed a bit lighter, either her eyes adjusting or more starlight was coming through the window closest the bed. She probably should. I leaned over and kissed Mark for a little bit, and we laid back onto the couch in a tangle to watch the rest of the movie together. When it was over, we all went upstairs to go to bed. Mark and I got naked, and he fell asleep fast. I was still horny and was recounting the actvities of the day. I got up to go to the bathroom, and through the crack in Mark's door, I saw the light on in Mr. Jones's room. I took a leak and hesitated, then went out into the hall. I peeked through the crack in his. The lights came on shortly after and we headed outside. We all talked a bit on the way home and of course the conversation turned to sex. I had informed them that it been a while. Emma replied"Oh that explains it. Well no man should go that long without pussy." She asked, " You must be so horny?" I replied, "Of course I am I would fuck anything." Emma stated, "Yeah right, anything. Would you let a guy suck your cock?" drunk and horny and not thinking straight I said, "I would fuck a. His was the raspy voice of a male casualty in a game of footsie gone awry. ‘I suppose you’ll beg me to use my hands to stroke your ego next time, hon’,’ was all the endearment that Inez could muster before shoveling down her cold scrambled eggs. ‘Eat your eggs before they grow their shells back.’ Just for good measure, Antoine mouthed the words ‘I love you’ in her direction, but received nothing in return except a few home fries beside his lukewarm, floppy eggs. Where is the woman who used to.