He threw up all over her hair.Forcing himself to touch her smashed corpse again, he put his lips against her broken face and exhaled into her mouth. H...r chest didn't rise.'Something's blocking the air passage!' he realized. 'If I breathe into her harder, it will just force the blockage deeper – like water into a drowned man ... I've got to get the blockage out!'He turned her on her side, nausea almost overpowering him again as he felt broken bones moving inside her too-limp body. Forcing his. Just a few blocks away he turned into a dark alley. A large white van was waiting with the back doors open and a ramp set up. Mason drove his bike up the ramp into the back of the van and switched the engine off. Mason said to the very large black man sitting in the driver seat of the van, “Take care of this baby, it’s an antique, a 1965. I spent the past six years restoring this. It’s like brand new. I guess it’s the only thing I love.” “No problem,” the man said, “no one will touch it until. ”“You mean in the bedroom?”“Yeah.”“No, I’m not mad,” I said slowly.“It seemed like you weren’t sure about the whole thing.”“Well, I didn’t want you to do something out of guilt. I didn’t want to jump into that.”She raised a suggestive brow at me. “But you did.”“Well, you made it hard to resist,” I admitted.“Sorry,” she said, cracking a slight smile.“Don’t be, that was ... incredible!” I suddenly gushed, as the visions returned. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.”“Well, thanks, but I feel. I was surprised to see seven glasses on the tray and the other girl carrying a gallon jug of wine. I didn’t say anything when Angelica handed my daughter a full glass of wine and neither did my wife.Before long the jug was empty. That was when the Minister asked my daughter, “Janet are you a virgin?”Janet replied, “Yes.”Then he said, “I would love to deflower you right here in this blessed water with sacramental wine flowing through your vanes. What do you say?”She looked at me and I smiled,.