Then slowly I begin to grind against you. The water around us breaking with the movement of my body, splashing against our naked skin. You begin to ...alk to the side of the pool and press my back against the wall. Your hands still under my buttocks holding me steady, you begin to gently move inside me...slowly sliding in and out. The intensity increases and you bury your face in my swelling breasts as they break free from the water. Taking a nipple between your lips you gently suck upon it.. "What year are you from?" asked a gruff voice.Peter looked up at the man sitting across from him. He was dressed in aplaid shirt and overalls, and had a beanie on his head. His beard waslong and unkempt and he didn't look very bright. It was ridiculous tothink a man like this had somehow discerned that he was a timetraveller. He was probably just one of the many "unique" characters whopopulated the streets of the early 21st century."I-I'm sorry? I don't understand what you mean," Peter said in. The silence in Simmone’s wake was so pure that if a sewing needle had dropped on the floor it would’ve sounded like an iron bridge had just collapsed. Anyway, she and Ray and a friend of theirs who I can’t remember took a table just behind me and once they were seated all conversation was resumed. I could hear the three of them conferring on what to drink and then guess who should slink up to the bar beside me to place the order? Correct! I said ‘Hi’ like you do and Simmone said ‘Hello’ in. When can I expect my loved one back here for the festive season? We all miss our little doctor in waiting. I trust you still have the money I sent for your flight home? Plus how is the love life? Your mother and I both miss you dearly. Mother spends more and more time tending the garden, I guess she is passing the time until you return. Hugs and kisses. Pappa I sighed out loud. That money for the flight was well spent on cocaine and expensive dinners. I could have used the phrase wasted,.