Someone he wanted desperately to get to. Who was it? Why would his mind not fully focus??He tried pushing his mind towards that word. Cannery. It hurt... to concentrate, though. It hurt to think. Still; he had to try. Maybe if he could figure it out, he could figure out a way to get out of moving. Cannery ... cannery ... cannery...The cannery. The Cholos. Tomas."H-h-how did this happen, Hermes?" Cal asked, struggling to crawl. His memory came to him like a dark angel from a blackened pit. It oozed. Vanitha(name changed for obvious reasons) opened the door and to ma surprise she was goddamn sexy . I was waiting at the door for her response.She welcomed me with a warm smile on her face. We had our introductions . She said that she has been a married from past two years to a banker, he was out of town. She was around 6 years elder than me and of course I love to fuck elder women. She came and sat close to me and placed her hand over ma thigh and told she liked me and kissed ma cheeks. I was. It was too overwhelming. He began to sink to the shower’s floor, unable to keep himself aloft. His balls were trapped by his downward plunge, dragged upwards into the underside of his swollen butt cheeks by the wet slippery tile as he slowly collapsed. Stan couldn't process what was happening as his long head rolled on his neck like he was drunk. He didn't know where he was or what he was doing, he felt so dizzy he was verging on nausea.His now-empty balls became partially submerged in the. The heat had built up around us like an eiderdown. Snug and cozy against the chill of the night outside.The rain had stopped. I don’t know when. But somewhere, along the timeline of this night, that relentless torrent became an all but forgotten discomfort. It’s passing, now only a memory, recalled by the occasional drips of water tapping on the wooden deck and the breezes that whispered through the sparsely leafed tree limbs. The silence, that had settled around our little world, was soft and.