She laughed, removed the cushion and continued laughing.I grabbed her hairs, came closer to her and kissed her lips passionately for two minutes and b...roke the kiss. She was breathing heavily. I reclined the seat and came on top of her and started kissing her chest and boobs. She moaned. She still tasted a little of red wine. I loved it and licked her chest.She pulled down my coat and sat up and started kissing me. We were kissing wildly. She pulled out my tie and threw it in the back seat. She. Through extensive physical therapy and years of emotional therapy she is who she is today, a loving, stable and fairly well adjusted foul-mouthed adult. But more than that, the experience created a dark side to her. For whatever twisted reason, from time to time, something wells up inside her: a desire—no, a NEED!—to repeat or recreate 'the incident.''The incident' was our first code phrase when referring to her need to be gang fucked by a horde of violent black men. Eventually that term. Nandini kuthiyai kutai pavadaiyai thuki kanbithaal, aval pundai thukalaga sexyaaga irunthathu. Pundaiyil sirithu mudiyum irunthathu, antha cake pundaiyil vaai vaithu naki suvaika aarambithen. Aval pundai ootaiyil naakai vidum pozhuthu nandini haaaaaaaaaaa endru kathi munari vital. Naan udane nakuvathai niruthinen.Mele nanbanuku keetu vitathaa endru bayanthen? Thuni thukiyathu naan bayanthu viten en vaai nandini kuthiyil irukirathu.Appozhuthu ulle vanthathu sontha kaara thangai, ulle vanthu. The girls said they wanted to go for a fast run this morning before we leave. That means I’d better wake them up.There is nothing to be said for the drive across Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, and Nebraska on I-80 except, ‘Damn, it’s a long way!’ At least it was a different route than repeating I-70 yet again. We were on the road by seven-thirty after tearful goodbyes with Mom, Dad, Pey, Rachel, Livy, and Nanette. Em and I split the driving and pulled into a Motel 6 near Des Moines for the night..