.. Since never."I bend down and slip my lips between hers and we make out for so long that I've lost track of time when I finally come up for air as L...aura thrashes around on the cockpit seat as a third set of contractions consume her. This time as she comes down, she pushes my hand away. "Enough," she beams up at me. "Can't take anymore."I glance back to window, but the show is apparently over and the lights are out. In the room below, however, things are just heating up. The dancing girl. I'm not really looking these days, I've been burnt too many times by too many assholes. So I just go to work, work out, and keep to myself. I'm actually pretty happy but there's this one guy at the gym who keeps stealing glances at me. I can't figure out if he likes me or if he's scared of me, but the gym is often empty when we're both there so I decided to find out. While working out I caught him looking at me from across the room and I decided to ask him to help me as a spotter. I was doing. I slowly pull away, remembering we were in the middle of a crowded restaurant that probably wouldn’t want us breaking all the furniture with our ‘first encounter fuckfest’. But don’t get me wrong, both of our profiles clearly display our love of fucking in very public places in front of absolute strangers. We both sit down and smile at each other after looking around at all the whispering faces, no doubt talking about our graphic display of affection. I pour her a glass of sparkling, and we. “Here? In the US? Oh my God!”“My reaction exactly,” I said. “They’re saying at least a dozen young men, maybe as many as twenty.”“That’s just sick!” Abbie said.“What, Abbie?” Birgit asked, coming into the kitchen with Matthew and Michael.“Just a bad man in Milwaukee, Pumpkin. He’s far away from here.”“What did he do?” Matthew asked.“Murdered people.”“Like happened to Nicholas’ dada?”Not really, but given the other things the newspaper said, I wasn’t about to broach them with my children, all.