I close the doors, press the appropriate button. Symbolically, in Sunny’s mind, it is the longest ride of her life... and, as opposed to her truck rides, her tongue and lips are unencumbered.
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Knocking on the appropriate door, there are two and I hope I have selected correctly, I hear motion in response. Sounds, the source not precisely discernible, suggest someone is responding. One moment, two, more time than expected. Finally the heavy barricade swings on its hinges. I stand next to the front segment of the frame, gently caressing Sunny’s right breast to console and enhance the flow of endorphins.
My hand freezes as I look down into the face of a nymph, completely naked. Short brown hair, soft eyes, eye makeup, gaudy red lipstick, earrings... from the neck upwards a prepubescent g
