She clutched at his shoulders as his lips trailed a line of fire down her throat to the junction of her shoulder. He nipped at the skin and she though... that she would die of pleasure. With a moan he whispered in her ear, ‘You’re driving me crazy Julia, I have to have you.’ His deft fingers traced over her lips where they were puffy and red from their heated kisses, he slowly trailed them over her collarbone and down between her breasts, stopping momentarily to playfully pinch her hard nipples. When I returned to the loft area, he had taken his bed and placed is up against the wall facing his TV. On the bed he had arranged the pillows on the bed at an angle. I asked if we should disrobe, he agreed and had me get on the bed. The pillows were laid in such a way that I leaned back comfortably with my legs dangling off the bed toward the floor. He came close to me, looked me in the eye, and I'll never forget him saying "I hope you're comfortable, from how I see it you're a lot cuter than. Gerry had acted like an ass, the car died, she was alone in a strange town, a strange state without a friend in sight and she faced the ruins of the second honeymoon she had planned to bring their marriage back to life. She couldn’t blame it on Duncan. She’d been incredibly vulnerable, not a defense in sight. She’d thrown herself into his arms. In the end, she actually tried throwing herself into his bed. How could she have done that! And Duncan turned her down! He had done so wanting her as. It wasn't love. It never had been. It was asickness. Two people not so much connecting as facilitating eachother's fetishes and fantasies. Objects to each other. Symbols.While Gerald would claim that this was all anyone ever had, and that"romance" should be listed as a psychological illness, Wendy could notbear to think that the world was such an empty place. She had to thinkthat love actually existed, and that somebody, somewhere wasexperiencing it. That people could be drawn to each other for.