You look at your handiwork, a little dribble slipping down her cheek. Then up at me and lock your eyes as your tongue extends dirtily and starts lappi...g up your saliva off her face. My hand relaxes because at this moment you don't need any guidance do you? You know what your man wants to see. And her? “Oh look kitten, you're turning that bitch into a dirty little whore aren't you?. Look how fucking messy you are.” Your lips touch hers and brush side wise as you moan for my talk. I know you. I peeked in (couldnt resist), and he saw me! and he turned like beet red and ran out and into the stairwell and went home. He WENT HOME! Ive never made a boy cry before. I mean I dont think Ive ever made anyone cry before. And I guess I know I should feel bad, but between you and me? It felt amazing. And not just amazing, it felt… sexual. Like viscerally sexual. I felt like… I dunno, a grown-up I guess? A real person for once. A person who could throw a punch, and hurt somebody and be OK with. Miraculously you have only a few scrapes that seem now to have scabbed over, and suddenly you have a vague memory of being thrown around in the water, feeling solid ground beneath you, and fighting your way up out of the water to...Here. Where was here? You look around. The sun is blazing overhead, and about fifty yards away you can see trees and dense vegetation. You know that you were nowhere near any major landmass when the storm hit, and you realize that you can only be on some little. She told me she was not pleased that I hadn't called in a while and that she didn't want to continue seeing me. She said I just had my 64th Birthday and I thought you would call. I apologized and asked how I could redeam myself. She said "well" and paused. My yard is a mess since the last rain I could use some help pulling up weeds. So I agreed to come out that weekend and help her out.When I got to her house a truck with gardening equipment was driving off. I rang the doorbell and she.