Anticipation rising to volcanic proportion. She can not contain the wicked grin that spreads across her face as in the next instance she swiftly impal...es herself upon him. Filling herself so fully of him, it is no longer possible to tell where he begins and she ends. Coming together so deeply, in pure sync, pressure building each time she takes him all the way in, Together, moving as one. Upward he drives her until she reaches peak after peak. Believing each time that it is not possible to go. . At eight o'clock in the morning, my head ached, my eyes felt heavy, and I was developing a runny nose. I think it was all side effects from not sleeping; or worse, not crying. I didn't want to cry over Aaron. That would just be stupid. Crying over my mom, was at least something I could understand, which is probably why I ended up in the attic, going through the boxes in search of the pictures that my grandma had sent.There was so much frustration just bottled up in my head, and not letting it. We of course promised, and were a tight group of three again, and then Judy got up, and said she had to go and get Peter's dinner on, as he'd be home from work shortly. She gave us a hug, and left. Rachel looked at me, and said nothing. I didn't feel like talking either, so we had dinner in silence, and then we went and had our respective showers, and went to bed.One day, about three weeks after the attack, I was at home on the computer looking for information on something, and I heard the. One of his friends was already there and i saw he was slim with a rasta hairstyle no more than 140 pounds but he was young only about 20 years as i later learned. I went to the washroom to change he offered me a drink it was strong when i came out they were both smoking a spliff i said oh god drink and spliff they were obviously getting high.By this time i was in my sexy tight shorts and rasta guy said wow you have a beautiful ass they asked if i wanted a smoke i hadn't smoked for at least ten.