’ She took a seat at the end of a small table next to his little kitchen, which occupied the area next to the door. He sat at the other end of the t...ble. ‘Can I get you somethin’, Brenda?’ he said at last, ‘Coffee, water, iced tea?’ ‘Iced tea would be nice if you have it.’ ‘I make sun tea all th’ time. Sugar? Sweetner?’ ‘No, I’m as sweet as I need to be and more. Diabetes’ He chuckled as he went to the counter in the kitchen: he got out 2 glasses, loaded them with ice, and poured them full.. My hands curled around her waist, my fingers almost meeting front and back. I whispered, "You have no idea how good your feel." She pressed harder, molding herself to me. My lips found her neck, her shoulders. What did they say in the books: 'His fevered lips found her flesh'? I used to laugh when I read crap like that.My brain and chest were exploding. She kissed my neck, and her healthy young woman's scent rose in the air, my senses going insane with it. Over her shoulder I saw the bed behind. Fran had decided to surprise him. The dining table was laid out for an intimate dinner. Candles stood in their holders waiting for her to light. She had a music selection set up in the CD player. And the smell of the Coq Au Vin, simmering on the stove, wafted thru the house. She loved that their love making was always so sensual, so inventive and so stimulating. When they had first met and started dating, her family and friends thought it was sweet how they wanted to spend so much time. What about you, John?’ Steve offered. ‘Me alone? What if they’re hostile? The only defense you’ve given me is a pocketknife!’ ‘Now, now, John. I’m sure nothing out here can hurt you too bad… Anyway, we’ll all still be here when you come back, which won’t be long. It’s probably nothing.’ ‘Well, alright, then…’ John took out his wimpy pocketknife and continued on in the jungle. After about a minute, John came across something rather odd. It was a group of women, about thirty or thirty-five..