I knew she was ready for a game.I started rubbing her upper hand and slowly reached her neck. She adjusted herself such a way that I had easy access t...o her. She was sleeping on the right side, so I released my left hand and started sliding it down slowly over her bosom, not putting my hand directly on top of her boobs but touching it repeatedly. My hand reached her belly and raised back to her chest, this time, deliberately sliding under the tops she was wearing. But I found that it was. Melissa. How are you feeling?”“Huh,” I replied snapping out of the daydream.“Last we saw you, you were suffering from a migraine,” Mr. D chimed in as he lowered gear from his car’s roof rack.“Oh. I’m feeling much better, thank you.”“You look good,” Dudley replied as he looked me up and down. I felt Rock’s hand wrap around my exposed waistline.“Hey, everyone! It was a long drive so I think Melissa and I will go get settled in.”After a few quick hugs, Rock was shuttling new through the expansive. He did not touch himself again, but the harder he tried not to think about her in that way the more relentlessly the thoughts came to him. He prayed to the rosary every night and focused all his energy upon suppressing the wicked images in his mind. Each time he felt tempted he forced himself to recite the prayers instead. His dreams were plagued by thoughts of her over the next year and a half. Eighteen months whose nights were long, joyless eternities for a hormonally driven adolescent.. "Then I guess you can either walk through the bad part of town, naked, ankles bound, asking for directions, or do what I want you to do and I'll take you home." He tells her, a smile of victory slowly easing across his face. He knew she would make the right choice. Realizing no other choice, Angelique slowly crawls closer to him, keeping her eyes locked onto his as the tears slowly form in her eyes."Up on the bench." He tells her, patting the bench as if she were a pet to him. Slowly she crawls.