He looked at his alarm clock on the ledge above her head. It was only 5:50 AM. He had not even been in there an hour. It seemed like hours. He wanted ...o lay there for hours more. Unfortunately, the day would soon start, and Sherry would soon leave. He would most likely not see her for another year. Would they have to continue the charade and never even write? He made the right call at that moment and decided not to even ponder questions like that. Instead, he just laid there enjoying the. She almost fell off the bed, but managed to catch herself in time.We were red-faced, frantically gasping for air. Jean grinned at me, or maybe I grinned first. "You look like you've got that down to a science." It's really more of an art," I said. "You don't look like a novice yourself." Every day since I was fourteen," she said. We embraced spontaneously, despite our shaking and stickiness.But I digress. Where was I? Oh yeah, the shady bookshop. After that we stopped at a bar and had a couple. The Alchemist stood up and appraised his canvas of human skin. There wasn't much to work with. She was thin, too thin and made up of sharp angles. Good thing she had chosen a small design. His sharp gaze caught the tracing of old needle marks in the bends of her elbows and knees from d**g use. He felt anger beginning a slow rolling boil from his gut, helpless anger for the beauty that used to be there and had been wasted. He poked at the marks. "What the fuck is this shit?"She flinched away. I drive home hot and wanting more. I can't take it. Pete does this to me more and more. It gets deeper and deeper. I am almost ready to tell him to just touch me too. I am so jealous that Amber is still tied in the back of that truck. I think about driving over to their house and demanding more. I turn out onto the street. I start to hear towards their house. I turn a block before I get there. I chicken out. I cower and turn around. I cannot get myself to be strong enough to stand up to this,.