His tongue was in her mouth and exploring. She welcomed him hungrily and was rewarded with a groan that made her thighs shiver. His other hand caught ...er around the waist and boldly rested on the swell of her ass, squeezed and pressed her into him. She felt his need for her. The size of him, the hardness, made her whimper. “I need to taste all of you,” he whispered, letting her up for air. His lips ran down the length of her throat. He kissed and he sucked, pausing at that special spot. His. Felt. Door. Me-tal. Win-dow. Re-in-for-ced. Wall. Sto-ne. No way out.’ ‘And when they come back to… beat you?’ He held up three fingers and formed his free hand into a gun. ‘There must be some kind of medic or doctor to take care of these wounds?’ He shook his head again and pointed at himself and at her. ‘We do that ourselves? You treated your eyes yourself?’ His jaw pulled at that reminder, and he reluctantly nodded. ‘No, no, no, no, no.’ Thomas gave up on trying to get her to snap out of it. It was a little strange for me, but so natural, you know, which made it stranger … that it didn’t feel strange … you know?”“I think I do,” Carla replied, before tipping her wine bottle to her lips.Ana looked skeptically at her bottle before doing the same. The wince that followed told Carla something else.“First time for wine, too?”Ana nodded. “Except for church, yeah.”“So many things for you to sample.”Barely skipping a beat, she then asked, “So – you don’t like the taste of wine … have you. It was always play with his train set or when Pong was released it was to come play Pong and later on Atari. Mom would always say it was okay and to be back “by dinner time.” When I’d go over there they had several layers of sheer window coverings so you could get sunlight in, but no one could really see out or in unless you stood right up to the window and pressed your face to the glass. I’d shut the door and his dad would already be in a robe and his mom always wore a dress or a slim.