. This feels nice.”“Okay, dinner’s ready,” Jackie called.“I think she fell asleep,” Glenn remarked. “Sierra, wake up. Dinner’s ready.�...�“Mmmpf ... I needed that little nap.”Glenn picked up the unopened wine bottle. “So you used the Bordeaux. We’ll have the Beaujolais with dinner.”“I’ll get glasses.” Sierra opened a cabinet door. Glenn held up four fingers and she smiled and nodded.Jackie and Marcus plated their dinners and set them on the table while Glenn pulled the cork.“What’s this for?”. If you are female. Imagine we are doing. you and meala ninnu lepi nadumu patkoni make you sit on my lapblack t shirt lo nuvu keka unav..melaga forehead pai mudhu pedta, nee rendu buggalapai mudhu pedta. melaga ika pedhalapai na pedhalu peti ruchi chustuna. nu melaga ni hands na meda chutu vesav. slow ga we started smoochingokari pedalu okaram slow ga suck cheskuntunam, mana pedhalu cheekuntu nalika tho kotladtunamni veepantha chetulto tadumutuna pedhalu cheekutunu na meda chutu chetulesi venaka. I put those on, and then carried my bat and a box of my things toa men's room in one of the buildings on campus, a few blocks from thecar. I changed in a handicapped stall. I finished my makeup in front ofthe washstand mirror. No interruptions (though I had imagined that itmight be fun if someone had come in then).I left the box and the old clothes behind and stepped outside into abeautiful day. I put the bat up behind my neck, with one arm on thehandle and the other near the tip, and. I beg the women to get me help but the younger one justleaves the room and the older one strokes my hair and tries to reassureme in a language I don't understand.One time I wake up in a nightmare. I am on the same bed only this time Iam naked, my hands are tied somewhere above my head. Standing above me isa young man, no older than mid-twenties. He looks lean, not an ounce offat on him. His muscles are coiled like he's expecting a fight. Theremust be some real pain deep down there; I am.