”“Amen to that.”A few hours had passed when the doorbell rang and James got another blast from the past. He opened it to find his long-time best...friend standing there.“Hey Pat, what’s up?”“Nothing. I’m bored.”“That seems to be the common denominator around here at the moment.” James noted. “Want to crank out the SNES and have a game?”“Sure, why not?”They plugged it all in and sat down with drinks and some snacks. The two played different video games for a good couple of hours while chatting. Another sloppy, lengthy, wet kiss.Coming up for air, she suggested that we move to the back seat. "It seems a lot roomier."As much as I hated that highly unfashionable car, it had way more maneuvering room than anything more contemporary. She sat up and asked me to help her with the zipper of her dress. In no time it was unzipped to her waist. Slowly, she peeled it off her shoulders, leaving her sitting there in a plain white bra. Pulling me to her, we kissed again. Like magnets to steel, my. Every pore of my skin hurt, every opening was throbbing and split. My flesh was raw, my muscles bruised and stiff, the soles of my feet aching and sore. I was a bloody wreck. I could not believe I was still alive. My throat burned for moisture and finally, after croaking out plea after hoarse plea, I was given a few swallows of water by a passing crew member. Not enough to slack my thirst but just enough to keep my lips from cracking and make me more desperate for more liquid. Just before. ? Heconfessed that he had become quite infatuated with her during the conversation,although he confessed; it was hardly love, as he was unwilling to commit. Being as a desperate woman, as well as having been alone forhundreds of years, she felt need to be with someone?if not emotionally, thensexually. It was that night in which she and he copulated.? And much to her surprise and perhaps evenglee?there is more than one way to sexual arousal, even for one trapped in alatex dress.? It was a night.