He felt better when she stood up and walked up behind him, resting her head against his bare back. Her lips were cool on his fiery skin and he wanted ...to reach around had draw her close to his chest. Well, they still had time to be together and she had her ride home. When he hung up, he did pull her around to lean against his chest. ‘I got you a ride, if you can put up with me in a semi for the time it takes me to get to Portland. Got a rush load from Intel.’ ‘Oh, I think I can bear it, so we go. It was one night just like this when my story happened. They were watching some movie on T.V. about storming the beach on D-Day. Matt was picking on Kevin about not being able to do that while they were just joking and giving each other grief. I asked why he couldn’t crawl and my fiancé looked at me laughing and said because he has a donkey is his pants. He shook his head at Kevin, who just laughed and said something about him being jealous. Matt replied no man you can keep that. I don’t know. I felt her put her arms around neck as I lifted her body up just a bit. Our bodies were so close and I could feel the sexual tension between us rise. Her body felt incredible. Her skin was so supple and she smelled so wonderful. I heard her moan as our kiss intensified. I couldn’t help but let my hands slide down to her breasts. Her breasts felt so fine under the cotton fabric of her top. Her nipples were already erect as my fingers were just beginning to rub on them. “Renu, I want you right. Slowly but surely, lowered heads, gleaming from impromptu vegetable sliming & fruit icor, lifted upward, miasma of hot shame encircling heavy hearts dissipating & dissolving as brothers & sisters united against a common foe. Thus, as the mantle of self loathing was lifted for a true blue moment of Acceptance, Patron Saint’s hard lesson was finally grasped, shorn heads bared proudly before the status quo, passing through rotten food projectiles as if they weren’t there, accepting their shared.