Carol was all pale skin, a reclined ghost, her dark skirt was up above her waist and her long legs were bare, curled up and around Mark’s exposed bu...m, his head was buried in her naked tits, she was rapt, her head thrown back, I think I was forgotten.The heady smell of sex was filling the car, I cracked my window a touch as it threatened to overwhelm me. I tried to ignore the mirror but a whine like a begging puppy dragged my eyes back, Mark’s bum was slowly lifting and descending, Carol’s legs. "There's nothing worse than having your bowels want to let go while you're up on stage. Remember that time in Santa Fe when you got the shits right before we went on?" I remember," Matt said. "And if you'll recall, I fuckin' held it until the encore break. I was cramped and sweating and miserable the whole time, but I goddamn well held it." That is a singularly miserable experience," Bill said. "The passage of time seems to reduce in fluidity to the point where it seems to evolve from a liquid. .she seemed so beautiful! I was, by the way, 21 at the time. I kind of loved the way she seemed, her cute smile. She always wore a tight shirt and a skirt. Always professional.We kind of became friends. I’d spend my afternoon breaks with her in our little office cafeteria. She really was an interesting person. Some time on, I learned from somewhere that she was married :/ Strange that she never mentioned that to me. When I asked her about it, she ignored me. One Saturday, as I was sitting on my. Dipping my fingers in the remains of Karen’s secretions, I dared to smell and taste them, those senses composing with my memory of the feel, sight, and sound of her.My reverie was broken by the sound of the front door opening and closing. Jewel rushed back into the room, thrilled about her success, and jumped into bed next to me.“I’m so bad,” she said, leaning over me, her hand caressing my chest.“I’ll never tell,” I said, assuming she was referring to letting me peek.“No, it was more than.