I love you. But I don't think we can go back." What do you mean?" she asked, startled."I want it to happen again. I want it to happen all the time." Y...ou can't mean that," she replied incredulously. "Last night was enough. I don't want to do that again." You don't want to?" No, I don't -- I don't," she said, unconvincingly. I knew she was lying."You said you'd tell me the truth." I am!"I took her hand and put it on my dick. I was rock hard. "See how hard I am? Just talking about you fucking. "Your asses are going to jail for this." Oh, you come in here with five gallons of gasoline and a box full of Molotov cocktails, and you think we're going to jail. Not hardly. In case you didn't notice, Idiot, we took a whole bunch of pictures of you two ready to burn her out, not to say anything about killing those two women in that house when you did. But right now, that's not your problem. Your problem is that you've got to make a decision." Fuck you! I don't have to do shit." Uh, Ben. I. He didn't ask for my new address or phone number, I think he could tell that I wouldn't even give it to him, or worse ... would lie to him.After over half a year on the road, I would have thought that I'd be glad to be home, to stay, but I was soon nearly bored to tears.I did try to get back into my pre-Ravens routine of teaching bass classes again and looking for a good band that would be fun to play an occasional weekend gig with. My reputation had never been higher. Bass Player Magazine did. His movements were smooth and confident. As she crossed the short distance between themhe turned to face her and once again their eyes met. She felt like a deer staring into an oncoming truck’s headlights with all shesaw in his eyes. His eyes showed the weight of his past in them, while she had no idea what had happened, his past had beendifficult.*******John was just turning to head for the doors and move on when he locked eyes with her again. The deep brown inthem had golden highlights that.