It felt wonderful. He sucked and licked just long enough for my blood to begin a slow boil before he reemerged above the tablecloth. ‘Here you go.�...� He said as he handed me my bracelet. ‘I would say hold on to that thing a bit tighter, but I would be more than happy to do a search and rescue under this table at any time. By the way, I hope you did not mind the French kiss, Jackie.’ ‘My favorite kind.’ I said and noticed that I still had my knees in my hands like I was waiting for the next. He wanted me to meet her and later I would. She was really special, seemed shy but was beautiful in all regards.He acquired Herman through family members of hers, the bus having been used in the construction business to haul workers around. Ron had put a lot of work into it, eventually a new engine. It was clean and, in good shape, about 10 years old, a ‘58’.[1958 VW bus so well traveled]He was a surfer back in southern California and the bus was a surfer’s ideal of the right car for the right. He was a big black man about 6'6 250 lbs. He would often come to our house to finalize work he and my dad were working on. They would go into the office which was connected to my mom and dads bedroom. I was always told not to disturb them they had to finish an important job. I never thought anything about it when they would go into the office and my mom said she was going to take a nap. Once a month my Dad would go out of town day on business and often he would take my mom. I would stay home. But I really do need that ride," she said."I'll be right there, Honey," I said. "Just wait for me by the front door where I dropped you off." I got back on the freeway and roared towards her location with all thoughts of my own misery and revenge gone.Once again I roared into the night but this time I had a destination in mind. All thoughts about my own pain were banished at least for a while. Dahlia had sounded awful over the phone. That wasn't like her. She was one of the most cheerful people.