Whispering again, she said, “I want you to give me one more of those, and I want you to fucking empty that sack out completely. Sex . Now, I couldn’t take my eyes off of Amber. This was a sickness, I knew somewhere in the recesses of my mind, an urge that they jailed men for if they were foolish enough to actually act on, though the thought process was fully and completely interrupted by my libido. A brief flash of my reality gurgled up from the depths of my conscience as that thought registered. I’d lost the power of speech and of respiration, all in instant. A brief flash of my reality gurgled up from the depths of my conscience as that thought registered. “I am aroused by THIS young girl.” I watched her smoking, and she seemed to be doing that in an increasingly sensual and sexual way, with the certain knowledge that I was responding to it. At least, none came until she smiled again and said “Don’t worry: I’m not a psycho, and I’m not going to boil any bunnies in your kitchen.” We both laughed, her at her humor, and me with relief.
