Slowly, oh so slowly, he slid it deeper and deeper untilI felt his pubic hairs against my bottom.It was truly amazing to be so filled. I had never eve...nimagined such a feeling.It was impossible for him to move, of course. The trail-er would have rocked and Lu would have woken. But herubbed my sensitive spot with his fingers while we laystill in that position, and I squeezed his stiff peniswith my muscles hard each time he made me climax, so hewould know. ***Lu drove him. Much to my dismay, neither took place, and as I reached the end of my second cigarette, my cover story had literally gone up in smoke.I glanced over at the window one last time, hoping for something to stop me from going in, and that was when I noticed the crack between the blind, and the edge of the window. There was enough light to make me think I could get a glimpse inside, but I wondered if it was worth the possibility of being caught. I guess I am just a deviant at heart, and I crept over. His face was different but similar but his body was exactly the same. Then all of a sudden Alex started to have flashes in his brain. Her name was Natasha. She was from Ukraine. She could remember things, bits and pieces of a life. Not his own but someone else's. Nastasha examined herself thoroughly. Who am I, she thought. She started to remember a childhood, growing up in the country with her grandparents. She remembered being a school kid. She remembered faces and friends, then a strong. Ami Subhash ke bollam, “sorry ami ekhon jete parchee na, tobe khoob taratari ami Bombay te jabo aar tor bou ke dekhe ashbo.” Ami bideshe gelam aar phire elam, kintu kaje eto besto hoye porlam je amar Subhasher kache Bombay jawa holo na. Kintu amra phone phone joga jog rekhechilam. Subhash prayee amake Bombay te tar barite jabar janno bolte tahklo. Kichu din pore Subhash amake phon kore bollo, “toke eto bar theke dakchee aar tui ki na kaje eto basto je ekbar Bombay te aste parchis na? Ek hofta.