” That’s what they call them. A few days ago they drove to California over spring break. They stayed at a crappy little motel on the coast. They h...d to share a bed. They didn’t touch each other. Not once. They are now headed back to Texas in David’s silver Prius. David is driving with one hand on the wheel and once on Nicole’s knee. Nicole slouches in the grey leather seat, checking all her social media. The motel didn’t have any Wi-Fi. She tugs at the hem of her oversized t-shirt. They left in. "You got it, mom."Michael moved his hands up her thighs, closer to her hips, and pulled her hard toward him with every stroke into her. He sped up his pace, thrusting into her harder and faster than before.Susanna's eyes rolled back, and her mouth let out strange a****l sounds, rising in pitch and volume to a crescendo. Michael, while keeping up the pace of his fucking her, took one hand away from her thigh. He pressed a palm to her clit and moved it in circles. She cried out, and then he felt. ... 'Not true though', she said to herself, as she sheltered now in the bistro doorway, 'No! I look a lot better than they do, and I dress more fashionably, however girly-like they pretend to be! Thank God for the gym! And Mum's money ! And I've done this! I'm here again - myself!'... And so at about three-thirty on that sunny Sunday afternoon they had rounded the barrier, Dorothy in the lead of course, with Marjorie holding her hand and reaching behind in turn to clasp Jessica.'In case I took. The things they was doin’, man, we was sure enjoyin’ it. Their mouths was like velvet and not that cheap velvet from Walmart neither. As soon as one was really goin’ at it the next little girly was pushin’ her asides and then climbin’ on top, lordy be. Even when I was their age, I never got nothin’ that good. Did ya hear somethin’ about wantin’ our babies?”“Do you think it was real or just a dream?”“Man, I don’t rightly know but it sure seemed real to me.”“Well I think it was just a dream.”.