We came together, hard, as I screamed at the top of my voice. That very instant, we feared, either my father or our son might walk in unannounced sinc...e we have a ‘no locking the bathroom door policy.’ Fortunately, nobody came.That’s because earlier, when the main door was opened, Vikram had come to get his wallet, and then he left.The weekend had just begun, and I knew more fun lay ahead. At this point, you must be convinced, thinking, “Clearly, she is lying.” Before you write that in the. " Goodbye. Hope everything works out." She made sure that the door locked when she shut it, and walked over to the car. Steve looked like he was asleep. She pounded on his side.Steve looked up and there was Shannon. They got his stuff into his backpack and her backpack onto her lap.Shannon felt that the kiss before she buckled up was perfunctory. On the other hand, sitting beside Steve again was quite a relief. "We survived," she said."And Amy survived. I told them about having given her two. ”“It’s not the level of self awareness that we usually see from… new arrivals.”“Interesting. Let’s table that for a moment though,” I say, “and get back to the thing you said about ‘feeling like this is the mainland’. What does that mean?”Xandra looks at me, and pauses. When she speaks, it’s obvious that she is choosing her words carefully. “It’s just… when I look toward the horizon, I can just feel that these islands are the only land in this ocean. I can’t explain it any better than. . All punctuated by your naked body, your incredible and explosive orgasms, and the strength of the bond that connected us. There is one memory that always sits on top of the happy jumble as if carefully placed there so I'll always find it when I want/need it. It's the one I always come back to, whether I'm idly daydreaming or slowly masturbating to thoughts of you. It’s forever etched on to my mind so I never lose it. My jumbled memory puts us on a sunny Sunday, browsing the market a couple.