Her hands melded into the fleshy cranium like clay. Soon the two bodies were beginning to become indistinguishable from one another, a writhing mass o... skin and hair. Their screams united as they coalesced, and all the while, their kiss seemed to never end… As Betty now lay awake, she found that fragments of this dream were all too fast to return to her, dancing across the backs her eyelids whenever she dared shut them. Deciding it wasn’t worth trying to sleep anymore, she rolled out of her. I text her asking if she wants to smoke a joint together seeing if she will come over and about 10 minutes pass.She replies with “just working up the courage to come over” While I am smoking the joint I rolled. I ask her if shes worried about my cock not fitting inside of her and tell her not to worry because I’ll make her cum with my tongue. By this point I am high as hell and roll another joint for us to smoke when she comes over. It feels like forever but finally I receive the “I’m here”. When I finally did see her, it was at an M&M. Her class had been instructed to attend them as part of their training to get a sense of how prehospital care dovetailed with emergency department care. I saw her when she walked in and waved to her. She smiled and waved back as she took a seat across the room. I caught up with her in the hallway after the M&M was over."Hey, Anita! How's it going?" Pretty well. Up to my ears in classes, studying and working but that's a good thing. It keeps me from. It grew dark quickly. The inclinometer showed more roll, the pitching became heavier, Dread Sovereign now had to force her way, no more shouldering aside the waves but punching into them, battering and fighting. The air beyond the wheelhouse windscreen was riven with spray now, and the revolving screen was working full out and barely keeping pace. And the wind was moaning in a growing agony. Margarethe heard two bells strike, nine p.m. She throttled back the Diesels, and Dread Sovereign barely.