I always find it so amazing how every kiss we share is always perfect, the right amount of lips and tongue and sighs. At first my hands trace your cur...es with a light touch but then we get caught up in the storm we are creating and my arms wrap around you tightly almost fiercely like if I were made to let go right now I would die. I finally break our kiss to trail kisses down your neck. When I enclose your right nipple in my mouth your back arches and your hands clutch my hair. The way you sigh. ‘I’m Two-Dogs-Fucking,’ I said gravely. ‘But you can call me ‘Two-Dogs.” What the hell. If she was a prude I might as well find out up front. She choked back laughter. ‘I get it. Names are private. But what do you really want me to call you?’ ‘Chief?’ I suggested. ‘Don’t be mean.’ ‘Ok, I guess you can call me Will.’ ‘Don’t you have a Cherokee name?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘But you’re not going to tell me what it is, are you.’ ‘No.’ ‘Ok, then, Will. If you would kindly help me cross the street…’ She put her. Can you say the same? I think not. You might be a small sentence when my escape is written about. 'A foolhardy hero and his friend who died in an attempt to stop me from leaving.' How sad."With no outward signal, three of the five guards moved forward, their steps almost soundless as they sped towards us. I didn't know what weapons they held, but assumed there were no guns since they were closing the distance between our groups, probably because Anasia didn't want the report of gunfire to. It was almost a year before I got access to my email account. I sent Petey an email and never heard back from him,” Deb let out a sigh.“And after I came back to school from Thanksgiving, I had to change my email address to one connected to the engineering school. I kept the other one active for the rest of the school year and never heard from Deb,” I finished the story.“Wow. And out of the blue, we met at the gym,” Kristy added.“And you cheated on me,” Pete said quietly.That killed the mood.