One where we could have a breakfast which was absolutely over the top. We found what we needed in a German Pancake house. We each ordered our fantasy ...reakfast. It was in celebration of being alive. Not only is sex better after a close call, so is most everything else. That is true at least for a few hours.I personally had pancakes with fruit, eggs scrambled very soft, hash brown which were stringy and crisp, link sausages, and toast. We had a few words with the waitress because she kept saying. I couldn't help but worry about what would happen if she told him what she saw. As soon as the dishes were done, I headed straight back to my room. About 10:00 p.m. my dad shouted up that he was away to bed. My sister wasn't too far behind him. I took this opportunity to go downstairs. I walked into the living room where my step-mum was sitting with a glass of wine. It looked like she had tears in her eyes. We looked at each other for the first time. And then came the words every male hates.. If his gang was going to bust him out of jail, now was the time to do it. I'm sure that they expected to have an easy time of it because a woman was guarding him.It happened around mid-morning. I had just finished up the housework in the apartment and was fixing a pot of coffee to share with the prisoner when four men came tromping with their dirty boots into my nice clean jail. Now, that roused my ire immediately. I demanded, "What do you galoots want?"One of them said, "We're here ta bust our. ” I hear his voice for the first time. “I miss your smoothness.”I can barely hold back my tears. “I didn’t think you were coming back. I thought you were gone. I didn’t see a reason to…” I can’t finish my sentence, and instead suck in an enormous, gasping breath, for at that moment he runs his middle finger right through the canal of my sex. Speech is gone completely. Rational thought itself is hanging by a thread.Ben is not done. He plays lightly with my lips, first on the right side, then on.