Or any place, for that matter. He was drawing a total blank, except, one thing…“Hadrian… my name is… Hadrian…” as he said those words out ...oud to comfort himself, a few other hazy facts seemed to drift by. He was… twenty. Something. Twenty-four? That sounded strangely right, but no more than any other number in that region. He could see in the polished reflection of the floor that he had black hair, and he recognized his own face in the floor, but none of this was bringing back any real. He begins unbuttoning my shirt but the way we're sitting makes it difficult, so I pull away from him, stand up and strip my clothes off. Bob rubs his cock through his pants as he watches me.Naked, I sit back down next to him. We kiss again, now he caresses me, his fingers circling my nipple. Feels so good, I don't want him to stop. He leans down and begins to lick it, suck it. My nipples are so sensitive, I love it!. He works his way back up my neck, kissing and licking, but as he gets to my. I had been hit by the forklift ... or at least by the load of boxes on the forklift. As my brain began to function, I guessed I was in a hospital. I couldn't move my arms or my legs, and there was something covering my eyes. I could open my eyes, but I couldn't see. It didn't matter anyway. It was painful just to move my eyeballs.I started to lose my grip once more and the noises stopped. I was having strange dreams. That beautiful blonde was back again. I was sure I knew her. I could almost. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm going on and on — probably boring you to death." It's okay. I started it, after all." He didn't look the slightest bit bored.Tracy blew out a long breath and pushed away from the counter. "I think I ate too much. I need to go sit down for a while." She then yawned, and added, "Between that, the brandy, and too little sleep, I don't think I'm going to be up long, either." Mind if I check the weather? It looks like things have tapered off. Maybe they're getting the roads.