Andyet... "I want this"... at first more like a question, but then, veryquickly it is the answer. "I want this!" And then Trey, reading my mind, a...sks "You want this?" his more like astatement. "Yes." I croak, more like a whisper than a word. "I didn't hear you", immediately, then a second later"Do... You... Want... This?" He says louder, insistently while punctuatingeach of the words with a slightly harder fuck stab of his cock up my ass. "Yes," I say loudly, and then louder "oh. She was leaning against the back of my car and she was crying. And,Me: Are you okay?Her: Yes, I’m sorry. Is this your car? I’ll move.Me: Thanks.I got into my car and lowered my glass and,Me: How are you going home?Her: I’ll take an auto or call my brother.Me: What about your friend?Her: My friend?Me: Yes, the guy from the pub you were fighting with.Her: Oh he’s my boyfriend, you heard that? Was it very loud?Me: Yes, loud enough for me to hear your name. Tanya, right?Her: Yeah. Hi! What’s your. I didn’t have all my confidence back yet.I anchored the aircraft to the big anchors on the roof. There’s no sense in watching your helicopter take off on its own and fly into the ground. We all followed Janet down the stairs and into the kitchen where Janet’s mother was standing with her hands on her hips.Janet introduced her mother as ‘Martha Peterson’, and qualified her mother as one of the best cooks in Florida. Martha grinned at her daughter’s bragging, and directed us to the kitchen. What makes me think I would know where to look if someone was hiding from me?I drive over to pick up Nick. My thoughts go to him. Was I supposed to pick him up? I pull into the lot of his apartment; there he is standing on the curb where he has been every day since I started to pick him up. He is wearing a black suit with a crisp white shirt. I can see the starch in the collar. He has topped it off with a red tie. I pull up. He slides into the seat. "Morning Ms Kimberly." He says with a smile..