‘You wish,’ I scoff and make it awkward. This is Ben beside me. Ben of the negligible wardrobe, too much cologne, high sharp laugh, twinkling eyes... and adoration for all things Bruce Lee. Ben of years of late night dinners at Denny’s, road trips to places dictated by dice and maps, platonic back, foot and head massages, and cigarettes while watching the people in the rain. And even before that the Ben of catching grasshoppers in crispy fields, constant detentions and picking the ants off of. . WHAP!I put the brush on your back and run my hand over your ass cheeks. I can feel how warm they have become from the brush, and I squeeze and rub them, easing the pain a bit.WHAP! ... WHAP! "What else?"You begin to cry, "Hang my towels on the towel rack!" you sob. WHAP! ... WHAP! The hits are harder now, and your ass is definitely red and hot.I run my hand down the back of your thigh, then slide it between your legs and up until the side of my hand bumps into your pussy. I pull it away and. She left the cameras. After all, it was Andrea who was supposed to be taking the photos for National Geographic.The girls from the boat had been transferred by helicopter to a secret government hospital in Ann Arbor. It must be admitted that the Coast Guard thought they got them all.So, the Knight was long gone ... well, about four hours ... when the barge sunk. Middle Bass Island is where they were headed so David could adjust the sextants. Any certified US Geological Service Survey stake. . basically anything to stop envisioning me having sex with her. Katie answered all my questions then she shocked me with a question of her own...."did you already have sex with Barb?" I felt ashamed but yet I found myself almost unknowingly answering "Yes, I did."There was silence. Katie looked down and played with her fork in the salad bowl. I looked at her trying to get a read out. "Oh!" Katie let out weakly. "She does get around." She followed disappointingly. I saw tears forming in her.