“Where’s Kenny?” I repeated. “Fannie, please, you’re being mean.” “He was just here. I saw him.” “Stop this Fannie, you know Kenny ...is dead.” Her words blared through the fog that was dulling my brain. Oh my god, yes, Kenny was dead. He had been dead for three years. He had died of a heart attack, alone in his semi at a truck stop. Someone had found him the next morning. He was dead. He wasn’t in this room, stealing purses. He wasn’t caressing the picture of him and me that was still in my. At the same time, I think you do like me and maybe wouldn’t mind having sex with me?”She was grinning as she said that last sentence. I couldn’t help laughing and saying, “Yeah, I guess I could suffer through that.” She laughed along with me. Then she got real quiet. She looked me in the eyes and started moving her mouth towards mine.I’d only kissed 2 other girls, and neither one was anywhere near as beautiful as Muskaan. I was so excited and a nervous wreck. We kissed for a long time, and it. Warren homed in on my bag and pulled out the sundress. "Hmm. I'll run an iron over this. Won't take long. Let me have your bikini, Madam." She emphasised the 'Madam' telling me that this was how it was done here. I dare not argue, as she was so positive. I pulled off the bikini top and bottoms and just wearing the robe she had provided went into the bathroom.I opted for a long shower, washing my hair as well. It was time to relax and reflect on my actions. I had often heard people explain that. "). But this could only be a private affair articulated in her own mind, carried out either in complete secrecy or in the setting in which she now found herself. With lightning speed, she began to imagine the type of guys who would drive her to ecstasy for the second time this one particular Friday evening, serve as a follow up to Marv and Sam who had done quite a job on their own, fucking her cunt and driving her all the way home.No, she'd seen the type of guy she had in mind one too many.