Can you come over?” I was trying not to tear up and break down and I think she could hear that in my voice.Cherry answered with uncertainty, “Oh,... gosh, I don’t know. I mean I want to, of course! I just don’t know if I can get a ride.”I said, “What’s wrong with your car now?”“Oh, um…the car is fine, but my Mom has it. Let me call Olivia and I’ll call you right back.”I told her ‘ok’ and she hung up. Several minutes passed and my phone rang. Answering the phone, Cherry said, “I’ll be there. There was a small dinghy hanging from the ceiling, odd masts, spars, an old Coast Guard can buoy ... with brass gong, old license plates, watering cans, hoses, a broken sextant, lines in various stages of deterioration, shovels, the anchor with the broken fluke ... that was the result of the K5 and boathouse alliding...Alliding: nautical term for contact between a moving object and a stationary object. Colliding: contact between two or more moving objects.There were saws in need of sharpening. . the movements of her hips and breasts becoming one with my low pulsating beat.... her long hair flowing over her shoulders or cascading down the delicious brownness of her back as her head tilts back with eyes closed and tongue running seductively over invitingly full lips!! I dream of her looking deep into my eyes as she slowly approaches my bed and lifts one leg to rest upon the corner of it. I love to envision her so intimately exposed for me and the gentle thrusting forward of hips as her. Being July it was still hot so I left the door partly open to get some air circulating. My father doesn’t believe in air-conditioning. I surfed the web for a while but felt drained by the earlier argument so turned in early. As soon as my head touched the pillow I fell asleep.My next recollection is waking up in the dark and finding a hot and sweaty body plastered against mine. I sleep naked. A hand was grasping my cock, which was fully erect, and squeezing it. A haze of alcoholic fumes made me.