And my poor mind fried.And my poor mind fried. Scotty, beam me up! Circuit overload! Red alert! (And as a vision of me rubbing her thighs, or letting my hand run itself up to the hair between her legs.) She held my hand and asked if I was okay. I didn't know. The Volvo was sinking fast. We arrived some thirty minutes and three thousand years later at the dock where our boat would be taking the freshman class out to the island. Gloria, still holding my hand and chatting away about her family and her friends in high school, was still snuggled up very close to me, and I was stiff. Holding hands was safe, but something inside of me was telling me that it wasn't. The boat arrived, we moved to there, and she sat herself on my lap, holding on to me as the boat moved towards it's destination. Actually the boat ride wasn't too bad; my mind having overloaded itself with the possibility that there may be more to life than computers and a cosy marriage in the distant future. |