. what now? "You are holding the lips of your pussy open. I can see up your vagina." "God. what a lover, What now?' " You are fingering your ass with ...two fingers." " Wow. Okay, Rudolph Valentino, what now?" "You've got your finger in between your clit and your vagina, but I can't see anything but pussy folds." "Yeah, that's the spot, right there, but it's really hard to see. It's even hard for me to see it with a mirror. But, Tom, if you keep your eye right on that. ’ ‘Can we have one Blue Moon Ale hold the orange for the lady and a Yuenling for me?’ ‘Coming right up.’ The bartender handed us our drinks. ‘Let’s toast.’ ‘To what?’ ‘To the renewal of a wonderful friendship.’ Roberto raised his glass. ‘To new beginnings and second chances.’ As our glasses clinked, I thought to myself. Maybe even a second chance at romance. As the night rolled on I wished it would never end. After our third beers, we both switched to soda that we would be sober enough to. “They didn’t….they didn’t do anything to you, did they?” he asked as they started looking for a way out of the darkness. “Just hit me, when I came to my clothes were still on, don’t worry,” she said, her hand out in front of herself. Her lungs were constricting, it became harder and harder for her to breathe, she could hear Patrick next to her gasping for breath as well. “Here!” his excited voice behind her, light suddenly bursting into the room and fresh air filling their lungs. “I can’t. It was pretty blunt, but finesse wasn’t in my tool bag that day.The hands came down. She looked outraged. It would have been a great shot, but the camera was on the bed beside me. Then she crumbled. I saw a tear form and run down her cheek.“Talk to me,” I said. I didn’t know what else to do.“You can never tell anybody what I’m about to say,” she said. “Never!”“I promise.”“When I go out with guys and they get that way, it’s awful. Even Steve. It just makes my skin crawl, and I feel like.