That was how Nancy found herself wandering among the old warehouses in the harbor, in an area that wasn't yet gentrified and didn't seem likely to be ...anytime soon, carrying a portfolio of her best work and looking for Bruce's studio late one Saturday morning on a clear October day.She found the address and walked through a large, decrepit old warehouse building, following what turned out to be good directions, and eventually found his studio. He was painting when she entered. She stood at the. I knew she was listening against the wall. I remember screaming, “Oh God!” over and over as he slowly pumped those magical few inches in and out. He never let go of my face as he pumped me into climax heaven, kissing me all around my neck, breasts, ears, and lips. He made love to me for two straight hours. I was near total exhaustion from having so many violent orgasms. I don’t have any idea how many I had when he finally flooded my pussy with the most cum I’ve ever had. I found myself. " Maybe later," I said. "I want to see what other stores are open." Well, have fun," Mom said, pulling me close enough to plant a kiss onmy cheek.I endured the kiss and then splintered away into the flow of people,letting their current carry me with them. As I passed Head Games, I wasdelighted to see the wire security gate stretched across the entranceand locked. I wouldn't have to worry about Ian.I followed the crowd to the back of the mall where Clarksville's twomajor department stores faced. Not when you kept saying how nice it was being friends with a eunuch.”“There are worse things than eunuchs. Lesser, dirtier things. Like liars and creeps and sneaks. Like you..” There was no playfulness to this, just the bitter taste of things at their end. “If you never talk to me again, maybe I won’t tell everyone what you did.”“Jessica… no, please. I’ll do anything. I mean it. I’m not leaving you, Jessica. You said this is what you do when you think people will hurt you.”Now? She thought Now.