He didn’t belong here. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was only a kid. He was only a kid who was way out of his depth, making decisions on too l...ittle information, and it was coming back to haunt him. They were coming back; they were going to get him and he wasn’t fast enough and he wasn’t strong enough and he wasn’t... He wasn’t. Anything. He felt like he was being ripped apart. He felt as if his insides were struggling to become his outsides. He felt lost in a way he never had before. He. Can’t say, that’s her, that’s who Mom imitates. There’s a sense of deja vu.Today, she adds something new to the missionary position. Not innovative, just something I haven’t seen Mom do before. She laced her fingers behind her neck.Such a small, almost effortless change, but it changes everything. Her armpits hair is exposed, a turn-on for me.This pose lifts her ribcage and her breasts lift, too. Not dormant on her rib cage or flaccidly leaning on her upper arms at her sides. They’re proud,. " She went over to the counter, reached behind it and pulled out a brown paper bag, then walked out the door. He had to hurry to catch up to her.In the park, they sat on a bench across from some men playing chess at a small folding table. It was an October day and very bright, and there were knots of people playing Frisbee, strumming guitars, reading books, chatting.She opened her bag and began eating a green apple."I'm glad you like apples," he said. "I was worried you weren't eating right.". It was so hot in her penthouse even with all the windows rolled down that we decided to just strip down to our bras and panties and carry the party onto her balcony. I've known Noelle for five years so it was like second nature to see my best friend practically naked. It was the night after graduation, so we were celebrating with a Margarita Night. After a few too many margaritas and some occasional body shots with Noelle, I began to notice how attractive my best friend really was. Leaning.