He rolls back to his stomach. I straddle the backs of his muscular thighs, so I can reach his back comfortably, and start massaging him. While doing s..., I grind my pelvis into his ass, seeking the tiniest relief and working my self up even more at the same time. After a few minutes, I lean over and start kissing and licking his back, and then up to the back of his neck, sliding my hands around under him to rub his chest, continuing to grind my hips into his ass, humping him. I lean up for a. Blood. A conduit.My only prop is the small photograph curved into my palm. My telos. My purpose. I can almost feel it burning an imprint into my hand as I take the remaining tentative steps.Nervousness twists my gut but I swallow it back, even when the air grows heavier against my skin. Something changes as I reach the middle. Energy ripples through me from head to foot, rooting me, almost binding me by its sheer force. I gasp and sink to my knees, the leaves strangely welcoming as counterpoint. It soon became three or four days at a time every other week. As I began traveling more Paul began questioning me about what I did while I was away and were there any men traveling with me. It didn't take long until I was thankful whenever I found out I was scheduled to leave again. By this time I really didn't mind being away from Paul who seemed to be pulling away from me. Why he began acting the way he did was beyond me. I had never given him cause to suspect I was being unfaithful to him. Cynthia and Audry had been lucky with a short hunting trip and brought in a scorpion. This suggested that they were getting close to a large body of water, possibly that lake they knew was somewhere to their south and east.They resumed their trip and, 11 miles later, came to a place where there was a natural bridge across the fissure. Dirt and rocks had fallen into the fissure from a rather tall hill that was sort of split by the fissure. Unfortunately, they could not use the bridge because the.