Debbie was complaining about how sore she was 'down there' as she drove over to Maryville College to pick up the girls from cheerleading camp. She was... also laughing about it, because it was the 'good kind of sore' she said."Thank you for fixing my vagina, Michael," Debbie gushed. "But what I am really thankful for is what you did for Jeff. He has so much more energy than before. And his stamina. Ohmygod. I think last night was the first time he's ever worn me out!" You are a beautiful lady, and. I suggested we dance.We went to the dance floor and shook our asses for a few songs. After a few minutes, he grabbed me and pulled me close to him. He leaned down and started to kiss my lips and neck as we danced. His hands were all over me. He was rubbing my thighs and ass under my skirt. I started to tease him a little. I rubbed my tits across his chest, then turned around and rubbed my ass against his crotch.Tyrell wanted me, and I sure as hell wanted him. He offered to take me back to his. Almost I felt sorry for him, but only almost. I felt more sorry for myself, denied the pleasure that had just been a few minutes of Nightbreeze's love and care away.He was still feeble and confused from the treatment we had given him, bumping into other people as he walked towards us, veering from the majestic warehouses on one side of the dock over to the other where a dangerously slippery ten foot fall led down into the relatively calm, yet deep waters where all the tall, triple-masted ships. " Rough." It wasn't so bad. It was this time of year, so it wasn't too cold. But I sure was hungry. And I didn't have a bath in two weeks."Jack tried to picture her as a dirty-faced little boy just turned thirteen, instead of an attractive young lady almost fifteen."You never told me why you ran away."She blushed. "Daddy came in bed with me." Your father? What did he do?" Nothing. I mean, I moved over thinking he was drunk and mistook my room for his. My mom was passed out on the living .