She could sense him feeling her weight. Her nipples hardened as she felt his lips on her neck. Goose bumps formed on her arms as she felt him bite her... He had never done this before. His teeth were brushing her, nipping her, tasting her. She breathed in deep as he pinched both of her nipples. As he continued to bite her neck and shoulders, his hands slid down her stomach. She watched and felt him unfasten her jeans. She wiggled slightly and they dropped to the ground. She stepped out them and. If we can get them to communicate with us, providing insights and leads into how to achieve the same results, you’ll develop new techniques for treating the mentally ill.”“This will change our entire approach,” Toni said, her eyes widening. “Instead of concentrating on the worst cases, we need to identify those who are the healthiest. Locating those who are coping well and living normal lives. If we can get their tormentors to communicate with us like you suggested, they can give us clues how. I need to find a cunt. Any cunt. A cunt with layers and depth like Reyna’s beautiful eyes. I need to pull back the layers with my tongue. That’s what the stars want.I feel Reyna’s fingers leave my face as she steps away from me. I blink, and look around the office. Some people have left. Some of the lights have gone out. How long was I looking into Reyna’s eyes?Then I remember, this has happened before. In the bathroom, the first time we met. I got lost in her eyes, and time skipped ahead. What. We joked around like that allthe time so it wasn't unusual for us to trade insults."You're the one that will be the bitch tonight," she countered. "Mybitch!" "Dream on. Let's play."I took out a couple beer and put the rest in the fridge before makingmy way over to the table. Jen was waiting, tapping her fingersimpatiently and glaring at me with her dark, almond shaped eyes. Itossed her a beer and raised my own.With a final "Good luck" we started to play.Jen and I were starting to make our.