" Summer said, a little unsure what her friend meant by that, "Different how?" "Well," Marissa said, thinking carefully, "It's kind of hard to explai...n... softer... like sometimes when our skin would touch... it was like... soft... and Alex... she was so gentle with me... and yet... when I needed it, Alex could be rougher than any guy... and it was like she always knew exactly what I wanted... you know?" Marissa looked at her friend and it was clear from the expression on Summer's face. The alarm went off at five-thirty, and I shut it off while pulling on a pair of shorts for the journey to the coffee pot. Mom had already been up, made coffee, and all I had to do was make my cup before heading for the shower. After the shower and a quick bowl of cereal, I was off to some mindless physical work. The day went quickly, and I had a small mulch job to do for one of the customers. Mrs. Jennings was about the same age as my mother but still thought that she could seduce anyone in. Seconds later his finger was inside, making her feel good. A minute or two later she sat him down in the chair and began a strip tease for him. There was no music but she thought she could still pull it off. Evidently, she did for he just stared enraptured. She started by flipping the back of her skirt up slightly teasing him with glimpses of her butt cheeks. Later when she reached the point of taking off her dress she turned away from him and bent forward a little. She then let the dress fall. The man is on his stomach, on the ground. His hands are covering his neck. I’m having real trouble breathing, but I know I can’t stop. I roll over, and crawl over to him. My left arm is numb and not working very well. So I punch him in the head with my right arm. He doesn’t get up or fight back. I see a lot of blood pooling in the alley under him. He’s making gasping noises as he tries to breathe. I think I might have damaged or even crushed his windpipe. I climb on his back and wrap my right.