Could we really have a future? We should hopefully learn today or Monday if there would be a trial. I think that Monique needed to work for the time b...ing, though; I mean what if they find me guilty? I know I didn't do it, but I would be gone forever if they find that I did. They still have the death penalty for murder here in Texas. Yes, Monique has to keep working until the trial's outcome. That's settled in my mind; now I only have to convince Monique. Monique came out of the bathroom. Her head tipped forward and her lips pressed against mine, her tongue slipping between my lips going in and out, in and out. Her hands went around me and gripped my butt and she pulled me to her as I opened my mouth and tongued her back as my hands went up around the back of her head pulling her mouth hard against mine.There was no question. Everything was clear. I wanted her.I started kissing her neck as our hands began exploring each other's breasts, petting, rubbing, caressing, massaging. I confided to him that I had yet to have a real girlfriend.One afternoon as we were doing our prep-work, he asked if I might like to come over to his place on Monday, our next day off. His girlfriend and her daughter were going to be there and I might hit it off with the daughter. I agreed wholeheartedly.Monday arrived and I was so very nervous yet very excited. I arrived at his place around seven only to hear the women had had to cancel. He gave me a glass of wine and asked if I wanted to stay. I'd exhausted my personal stash supply at the Sisterhood Women's Music Festival and I hadn't yet found a reliable source on our time on tour. In fact, the only thing I was in the mood to do was slump on the bed, dog-tired in the unaccustomed heat, holding the television remote while skipping through the dozens of television channels in the hope of finding one that wasn't showing a commercial. It seemed that as soon as I found a channel that was showing anything halfway decent—perhaps an episode.