She looked lovely sprawled nakedacross the rumbled bed. The soft light from one of the bedside lamps madeintriguing shadows across her. The kiss deepe...ed, one thing led toanother before she was riding me, like Mrs Jenkins had done, thoughPenelope was gentler on her steed."Will you stay?" she asked some time later."I will, but I must clean my teeth," I said."Don't like my taste?" she teased."You're the sweetest girl I ever tasted, but I do like to clean my teethbefore I sleep. You have to look. “I need to speak to her, if she goes, I’m scared I’ll never see her again, but I don’t think she’s interested.”“I’ll go and tell her,” said one of my close friends.Next, there was a commotion coming from the car park, shouting and screeching of tyres, then more shouting. I went to see what was happening.His car was half out of a space with doors wide open, with my friend’s car across the back of it. Laura was shouting, my friend was shouting. I went over to tell him to let them go, but as I got. Slowly, carefully I moved down to her back and after a while I moved my hands to her sides and could feel her tits with the tips of my fingers. I noticed her breathing was getting heavier.She had a blouse on and a cardigan over it. After a while I moved down, first of all to her hips and then her bum. She said nothing to protest. She even started wriggling a bit so I knew she was getting aroused. Then came the crucial moment and I put both hands around the top of her right leg, firmly. ”“Is it bullshit?”“I dunno. The people who call in, on the radio show, they sure seem to believe it. And it doesn’t ruin everyone’s life. Some people who hear it, they fall in love with it. Some of them say it’s like music. Like beautiful music. The music of the spheres. The sound of the earth turning. The sound of the stars burning. Like they’ve been waiting for it, a missing piece. Something they lost once, but have found again.”“It’s like a choice,” Clay said. “Like one of those tests, the.