" You were also super sensitive," Jared said. "It seemed like every time we did it, you went off like a rocket." The doctors say it's because of the i...ncreased blood flow down there," Shannon said. "Personally I think our hormonal state has something to do with it. A lot of doctors are men, and they don't know what it's like to be a woman. There are days in the outside world where my emotions are just all tied up." Of course with your period you're paying a lot more attention to what's going on. We could hear them doing their business and talking to each other. After we were finished, we went back to our car. Even though we had just finished fucking like rabbits, we were both still sexually aroused and very, very horny. Ana remembered some of our previous rest stop episodes, so I agreed when she suggested we could hang around for a while…I stayed in the car and she went to the comfort station, pausing to study the big map board like she was lost and looking for the right road. She was. “Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been!’ ”“I know that quote; who is that?”“John Greenleaf Whittier, I believe. From a good poem too, pretty apropos to what you’re talking about.”“I don’t know much about poetry, but that line was familiar. What I do know is that I don’t want to make the same mistake with you that I did with her. If there’s a chance there might be something more between us, I don’t want to rush it, get to that stage where we get complacent. “No!” she screamed again. “Leda!” Grabbing the tote, she hurled it through where the gate should be, watched it fly spinning through the air, haphazardly disgorging its contents across the floor. “No!” she screamed, again. “You can’t do this, Leda!”Furious, she whirled on her bad foot, grimaced in agony as the ankle buckled beneath her, and then stumbled to the dais and climbed up. The gate couldn’t be gone. This was its home location. Leda had told her so. Yet a wave above the control panel.