If you’ve seen the murals lining the walls, you’d understand why. Some days I would sit in their shade and spend hours with a sketch pad and a sho...ebox full of sharpie pens and crayons, trying to capture the richness of art inspired by Diego Rivera and Jose Orozco while tripping on acid, never quite succeeding, but getting closer as time went by. Oh, I should probably mention that I was Jesus’s partner. And his fiancé. Yeah, I even had the rock to prove it. Quarter karat bling on a gold band. He started to kiss my neck while pinning me against a free. My head flew back with a heavy sigh. His breathing started picking up. He traced my bottom lip with his thumb and looked in my eyes and asked ' are you sure?' And I nodded. He unziped my jacket and brushed my already erected nipple. He then found his way to the top of my jeans and unzipped them. All I could feel was his hand going down and finding my clit. The sensation was sureal. It was the first time I had ever felt a guys touch.. The pane appeared to be a projection screen. A projector was mounted inthe ceiling in the center of the large room.Like the bedroom, this room seemed to have the same lifting eyes as thebedroom. They were every two feet or so in a grid. The lifting eyes weresolidly and permanently attached to the ceiling. They didn't interferewith the recessed lighting in the otherwise flat and featureless ceiling.Over time, she would come to discover just how securely she could bemounted from those lifting. I felt her long fingernails as they pulled my pantys down before shecaressed my bare bottom. "Not a trace of redness left, did you thankSaffrella for the Endorphins she injected into the Apple? Or did weinterrupt you?"We were afraid to answer. Playing without permission was not allowed. Butalso not returning favors was just as much a taboo. This was a grey areano one wanted to get caught on the wrong side of, depending on how it wasinterpreted."You four will come to me after the lights are.