She insisted I should get her in a hurry; he was waiting for her.I parked at Jerome’s driveway; so Ana got out from the car and walked to my window ...ide. She leaned in and began talking to me. All of a sudden she lunged toward me and let out a little grunt. I asked her if she was feeling fine, but Ana did not say anything.She just kept moving back and forth. I could not see out the window because she was blocking my view. Anita was staring me dead in the eyes with her nice eyes half closed. She. Now, my cuffed hands are pressed against your chest, nails readyto strike. Your nails still latch onto my shoulders, scratching and claiming,as I claw at your chest ferociously from behind me. Now we're on equal footing.I can't see my hands as they scratch you behind my back and you can't seeyour hands through the blindfold as they claw at my skin. But, G-d, we canfeel it. Our nails dig into oneanother's flesh and it seems like neither of us intends on stopping. We'rebreathless, panting, and. We’ll also have time over the summer to add furniture and even redecorate if she wants. I’d leave it for now until she gets here. Let her put her own stamp on the room.”Alice said, “Karen said that Bridget redid her room at home, getting rid of the teen girl kind of posters and making the place look ‘more adult’, as she put it. She’s also become a neatnik – her room is spotless, clothes put away or in a hamper, bed always made unless she’s in it, and so on. Karen can’t believe the. .. what were they called ... massage tools but they didn't have a brand that was quiet enough to use in the dormitory of a religious institution that frowned on such self-pleasuring.No, her fingers would have to be enough ... but god, some nights and some mornings while she stood in the shower, leaning against the walls with her legs splayed as she touched herself ... she knew she needed much more. Her fantasies had darkened where she saw herself in a chamber held fast against a stone wall,.