The number of times I have had sex, the number of different men with whom I have had sex, the number of different locations in which I have had sex, the number of people I have watched have sex, all of it, in my twenty three years of life, had not prepared me for this. The situation on this night during which sex was had, was beyond anything that my life up to this point in time, could have, would have, or should have prepared me to possibly imagine.
“Yes.” I expected us to adjust ourselves into a good fucking position. But Ken plunged his cock into my pussy right away, right then and there, with me flat on my stomach. I wasn’t ready. He lay his torso on my back and thrust into me at a pretty good pace. My pussy was ready for the vigorous thrusting because Ken’s playing with my ass had primed my pussy, had made it very wet. But I wasn’t ready. This was not a position in which I had had sex very often, because I didn’t particularly like this position. But here I was, and I was stuck. I thought that Ken would cum pretty fast because he was so excited, aroused, and hard. I thought I would not need to be in this position for so long that I would become uncomfortable. My body didn’t cooperate. I quickly started to feel an orgasm coming on. A different orgasm, this was a different feeling. My orgasms have been clit-centered. I orgasm from the stimulation of my clit much more than from the stimulation of my pussy. In this position, my clit was not being stimulated very much, if at all. These sensations were coming almost entirely from inside my pussy. I had never felt this before. If this was going to be a pussy orgasm rather than a clit orgasm, I was not ready for it. Ken’s comments and instructions made it worse.
“This feels good! This feels good! This feels good! This feels good, babe, this feels real good! Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. This feels damn good! Damn good! This feels damn good! Oohhhh, … oohhhh, … oohhh, yeah. Come on, babe. Come on, babe. Fuck me back! Fuck me back! Fuck me back! Come on, babe, fuck me back! Fuck me back! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Ooooohhhh, … oooohhhh, … oooohhhh. That’s right! That’s right! That’s right! Fuck me back! Fuck me back! Let me feel it! Let me feel it! Let me feel it! Let me feel you fuck me back! Let me feel it! Let me feel you fuck me back, babe, let me feel it! Let me feel it! Squeeze your pussy, babe, squeeze your pussy! Let me feel it! Let me feel it! Let me feel your pussy! Let me feel your pussy! Let me feel your pussy! Let me feel your pussy! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Let me feel your pussy! Let me feel your pussy! Let me feel it! Let me feel it! Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze it! Squeeze it! Squeeze it! Squeeze your pussy! Squeeze your pussy! Ooohhhh! Ooohhhh! Ooohhhh! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh!”
And then I had that pussy orgasm. This was a much different orgasm than I have ever had before. It was not nearly as strong as my previous clit-centered orgasms. It was a deeper orgasm centered inside me, inside my pussy. It felt like a small explosion and seemed to encompass my entire body. It started in my pussy – deep inside my pussy – with the tensing of my pussy muscles and ass muscles. Then it radiated up and down my body. Tension went down my thighs, calves, feet to my toes like a wave. There was not strong muscle tensing like before with my clit-centered orgasms, but it was still very pleasurable. My back muscles, shoulder muscles, and neck muscles all moderately tensed up in this radial succession. The cycle began anew. My pussy muscles and ass muscles tensed up together, somewhat hard, and then relaxed. Very soon after, they did the same thing, quickly tensed up somewhat hard and then relaxed. And then again. And again. And then several more times in slowing succession. This rhythmic tensing and relaxing of my muscles radiated down my legs to my toes and up my back to my neck. All the muscles of my body, literally from my head to my toes, were tensing and relaxing in this wave-like fashion.
What Ken was saying and doing just prolonged them. He kept thrusting into me while saying “Oh yeah! … Oh yeah! … Oh yeah! … Oh yeah, babe! … Oh yeah! … You’re cumming, aren’t you? … You’re cumming, aren’t you? … You’re cumming, aren’t you, babe? … Oh yeah! Keep cumming! Keep cumming! Keep cumming! Keep cumming, babe! Keep cumming! Oh yeah! Keep cumming! And cum strong, babe, cum strong! Cum hard! Cum hard, babe! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Squeeze your pussy, babe! Squeeze your pussy, babe! Squeeze your pussy, babe! Squeeze hard! Squeeze hard! Squeeze your pussy hard! Squeeze your pussy hard! Hard! Hard! Hard! That’s it! That’s it! That’s it, baby! That’s it! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.”
Despite its relative mildness, it took a couple of minutes for this new type of orgasm for me to subside. Once that happened I was able to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. I thought about why this orgasm was so different. As Ken continued to thrust into me, I concentrated on what I was feeling there. Ken’s cock was pushing against part of my pussy that had never been stimulated before, at least not like this. The front upper part of my pussy, when on my stomach, was getting hit by cock. That was the part of my pussy that I had been taught where the g-spot is located. The orgasm was very enjoyable. But I preferred my familiar clit-centered orgasm more than this g-spot-centered one.
I remembered how I used to masturbate when I first started masturbating. I rubbed my clit against a rolled-up bedsheet. I reached over to the empty side of the bed and tried to gather up the bedsheet. Soon, my hand was knocked away. What happened? Marie did it! She was on the bed! She removed the case from one of the pillows and rolled it up. How did she know what I was trying to do? She moved over to us and, while Ken was continuing to fuck me, made enough room between me and the bed to slip the rolled-up pillowcase underneath me. Then she went around behind us, between our legs, and reached under me. After some fumbling, she was able to pull the pillowcase between my legs so that my clit rested on it. Now the rolled-up pillowcase was in a position in which I could grind myself against it, just like I did when I first started masturbating. The familiar clit stimulation was back. I could feel it. It felt good. My next orgasm would be really good, even great, I hoped.
Except Ken was still fucking me, plunging his cock deep into my pussy. And in this prone position, his cock was hitting my g-spot. I was trying to grind my clit against the rolled-up pillowcase. Ken’s weight on me, and the thrust of his cock, also pushed my clit against the pillowcase. I was getting a really intense feeling in my clit. As well, this g-spot business was not really feeling like a spot to me this time. It felt like a region, a g-region. As Ken’s cock moved deeper into me, I felt the sensation along my pussy, over halfway in, almost three-fourths of the way. I only stopped feeling more of this sensation when Ken had completely filled my pussy with his cock. And Ken was approaching his own orgasm.
“Yeah, baby! Yeah, baby! Yeah, baby! Yeah, baby! Yeah, baby! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing, baby! Keep squeezing that pussy! Keep squeezing that pussy! Keep squeezing that pussy! Keep squeezing that pussy! Squeeze hard, babe, squeeze hard! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Squeeze my cock! Squeeze my cock! Squeeze my cock! Squeeze my cock! That’s right! That’s right! That’s right! That’s right! That’s right! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oohhhh, oohhhh, oohhh, oohhh, oohhh!”
He was fucking me more vigorously than before. His weight and thrusts were pushing me against the bed harder than before. I didn’t need to grind my hips against the rolled-up pillowcase anymore to feel it against my clit. Ken’s actions were doing the grinding for me. And I was feeling it! I was feeling it strongly! I was feeling the g-region sensations strongly too! I was feeling my clit being sandwiched, compressed, between the rolled-up pillowcase on the bed and Ken’s cock in my pussy. The feeling was already very strong, and it was intensifying. I was feeling something welling up in my pussy. I still can’t put a name to it. I know it came from the stimulation of my clit from the outside and the inside at the same time. I wasn’t sure I could handle the intensity of this sensation. It was getting stronger and stronger, almost with each thrust of Ken’s cock. I started thinking that this rolled-up pillowcase business was not such a good idea. I thought about adjusting the pillowcase so that it wasn’t against my clit as directly as it was, but I couldn’t reach it. I tried moving my hips away from the pillowcase, but I was losing control of my hip muscles. My muscles were starting to constrict, my hips were starting to move involuntarily, again. And then Ken started thrusting even faster and harder. It was too late! It was too late! My God! It was too late for me to do anything. I was going to experience whatever was in store for me. And then Ken started shouting, shouting!
“I’m almost there! I’m almost there! I’m almost there! I’m almost there! I’m almost there! I’m almost there! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing hard! Hard, babe! Hard, babe! Hard, babe! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!”
And that sent me over the edge! My pussy muscles squeezed around Ken’s cock hard, very hard. The tensing of my muscles sped through my entire body. This was feeling like the start of prior clit-centered orgasms except stronger. My thighs, calves, feet, and toes all tensed up strongly. My toes curled nearly into a fist, a foot fist. My back muscles tensed up so much that it arched enough to push my shoulders into Ken’s chest. The tensing of my neck muscles pulled my head back against Ken’s shoulders. I couldn’t move my arms. My diaphragm tensed up to the point that I stopped breathing for a while. I was paralyzed, not moving, not making a sound. Only Ken was moving, plunging his cock into me with the force of his entire body weight that squashed my body into the bed and my face into the pillow.
Only Ken was speaking. “I’m there, babe, I’m there! I’m there! I’m there! Fuck me back! Fuck me back! Baby, fuck me back! That’s it! That’s it! Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze! Keep squeezing hard! Keep squeezing hard! That’s it! That’s it! Keep fucking me back! Keep fucking me back! Keep fucking me back! I’m there! I’m there! I’m there! I’m there! I’m cumming soon! I’m cumming soon! I’m going to cum real soon! Oohhh! Oohhh! Oohhh!”
Well, I orgasmed before he did. My previous orgasm was not the strongest I have ever had but it was different in a way that still made it one of the more enjoyable I have ever had. The one that welling up in me this time felt like it could be one of the strongest orgasms I have ever had. And it was. Thanks to Ken, because it was mostly his fault. He was fucking me fast, and hard, and deep. I had never been fuck like that before. I never before had my pussy pummeled the way Ken was pummeling it. I never before had my pussy so thoroughly filled with cock, to its very depths, the way Ken was filling it. And my body’s reaction to Ken’s fucking of me was as intense as Ken’s fucking itself. My emotional reaction was almost as intense as Ken’s moaning, and groaning, and commenting, and instruction giving. My muscles couldn’t tense up any more than they already were. I was completely out of breath because I had not taken one in longer than I could remember in this circumstance. I was afraid I would pass out, for the first time in my life during sex.
Then it happened. The tension in my pussy and in my clit was too much to stand. In one last gasp, the muscles of my pussy and ass tensed up and clenched up more strongly than ever in my life. And just as suddenly, they relaxed. And then tensed up strongly again. And then relaxed again. This tensing and relaxing in quick succession was like before with my earlier orgasms except the muscle tensing was much stronger this time. The muscles of my ass and ass cheeks tensed and relaxed in the same way. The same thing with the muscles of my thighs, calves, feet and toes. My feet tensed so strongly that my soles cramped up. The muscles of my back tensed and relaxed strongly too, but when they tensed it was so hard that my backed arched sharply and actually lifted Ken. He fell back onto me when my back muscles relaxed. But I lifted him again when my muscles tensed up and my back arched sharply once more.
The first relaxation of my muscles after that first tensing of my body that was the start of this orgasm, allowed my first good breath in a while. That breath was a loud gasp. And it was a struggle to inhale as my torso had to push against the bed below me and Ken’s weight on top of me. I inhaled as deeply as I could and took in as much air as I could until the next tensing of my muscles forced my breath out in a long moan. When my muscles relaxed again momentarily, I was able to gasp another lungful of air. Then when my muscles tensed up again, another long moan came from my mouth. Another hard squeeze around Ken’s cock from my pussy muscles. All the muscles of my body constricted hard again, starting another round of contortions through my legs to my feet and toes, and through my back and shoulders to my arms, hands, and fingers. My fingers clenched into fists full of bedsheet. Another gasp filled my lungs during a moment of relaxation of my body muscles. Another loud moan let everyone know that my muscles were tensing up again. I went through another round of my toes curling, my feet cramping, my legs jerking, my pussy muscles squeezing Ken’s cock hard, my ass muscles clenching hard, my back muscles spasming and arching my back, my stomach muscles so taut I couldn’t inhale, my arms rigid, my hands gripping the bedsheets, my head thrown back, my mouth agape futilely trying to draw breath. Many moments later, it was Ken’s turn.
“Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Aawwwwhhhh! Aawwwwhhhh! Aawwwwhhhh! Aawwwwhhhh! Aawwwwhhhh! Aawwwwhhhh! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Awwwhhh yeah! Awwwhhh yeah! Awwwhhh yeah! Awwwhhh yeah! Awwwhhh yeah! Awwhh! Awwhh! Awwhh! Awwhh! Awwhh! Ohhh yeah! Ohhh yeah! Ohhh yeah! Ohhh yeah!”
Ken had his orgasm. And he let me know. He let me know in no uncertain terms! He let me know with his thrusting! He had been lying on top of me. But just before his orgasm, he got up on his knees, he lifted me up by my hips so that I was face and chest down on the bed and my ass up off of the bed, then he pounded into me with all his worth for his paradise strokes. Previous boyfriends called them the ‘cum strokes’ and the ‘final position’ was the position in which they took their cum strokes. It seemed Ken’s favorite final position was with the woman ass up and face down. That was the same position Marie was in when Ken almost had his orgasm from fucking her. Now Ken was fucking me as hard as he had been fucking Marie. I had just had an orgasm, a strong orgasm, so my pussy was wet, very wet, like sloppy wet. All that wetness made Ken’s hard pummeling feel pretty good.
I was enjoying Ken’s orgasm. He seemed to have enjoyed fucking me as much as I saw him enjoy fucking Marie. That made me feel very good about myself. I had felt envious of Marie. I wanted to be fucked the way she had been fucked. And then I was. And I liked it. I liked it a lot. My feeling fed off of his pleasure and my pleasure started up again. The orgasm I just had stopped subsiding. The sensations of my muscles, tensing and tightening, grew stronger. I felt like I was on my way to having yet another orgasm. And I actually was!
Ken ejaculated a lot of sperm into me. I felt it. I felt the spurts. I felt the warmth. It was warm deep in my pussy. I enjoyed that feeling. Ken was no longer thrusting as hard but he was thrusting deeply. With each deep, moderately slow thrust, he pushed his sperm into me, against the depths of my pussy. Pressure built up there. That pressure felt filling to me. That sense of being filled up intensified the sensations of the impending orgasm. My pussy muscles constricted involuntarily and squeezed Ken’s cock.
“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, babe! Yeah, babe! Yeah, babe! Yeah, babe! Squeeze my cock! Squeeze my cock! Squeeze my cock! Squeeze my cock! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Squeeze it, babe! Squeeze it, babe! Squeeze it, babe! Squeeze it, babe! Squeeze it hard! Squeeze it hard! Squeeze it hard! Squeeze it hard! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Your pussy feels so good! Your pussy feels so good! Your pussy feels so good! Man oh man oh man oh man oh man! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing! Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze!”
Ooohhhhhh! … Ooohhhhhh! … Ooohhhhhh! … Ooohhhhhh! … Ooohhhhhh! … Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! … Mmmmhhhh! … Mmmmhhhh! … Mmmmhhhh! … Mmmmhhhh!” My response to Ken’s exhortations to me to squeeze my pussy muscles hard around his cock, was a series of my own moans. My pussy was responsible. I didn’t have control over my pussy at that time. My body was spasming as part of another orgasm. This one was not as strong or intense as the orgasm I just had with the rolled-up pillowcase because my clit was not getting stimulated. But this orgasm was still felt very good. Like the orgasm I had just after the massage Ken gave me, it came from deeper in my body, deeper in my pussy. At least, I felt it more deeply in my body. It may have been another g-spot orgasm. My muscles contracted and flexed less strongly and more slowly than before, but each constriction lasted longer than before. The muscles of my body contracted in a wave, like my prior g-region orgasm. After what felt like many minutes Ken let me back down on the bed and lay on top of me again. He pressed his cock, still hard but softening, deep into my pussy. I had landed on the rolled-up pillowcase. It pressed against my clit like before, and that extended the contractions of my orgasm. This was feeling good. I liked feeling the weight of Ken’s body on me. I liked the feel of his sweaty chest against my back. I liked hearing him moan softly, close to my ear, as his orgasm subsided. I liked feeling his breath against my face when he exhaled. This was a really good way to gradually come down from the intense highs of my orgasms. This position, this state, was chill to me. I just lay there, chilling out, enjoying the feelings.
Sounds of slapping burst into my ears. The sting of slaps on my legs roused me from my chill. “You enjoyed that too much!” It was Marie! She was angry. But why? She let me have sex with Ken. She gave her permission. What was with this?
“I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it, Marie. My body liked it. I’m sorry,” I pleaded. I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship over this. “I’m sorry,” I repeated.
“Not you! Him! Kenny!” Marie continued slapping at Ken’s legs. Occasionally she missed and slapped my legs. Ken rolled off of me, onto his back, and faced Marie.
“What are you talking about? What are you angry about?” He looked like he had no idea what Marie was going on about.
“You enjoyed yourself too much with her!” Marie stated, pointing at me. Ken turned and looked at me. He looked surprised and horrified! The expression on his face was what I would imagine a person’s expression might be who saw Chundi the evil ghost when they were expecting to see Caspar the friendly ghost. He gasped. He turned to look at Marie again. Confusion mixed itself into his expressions of surprise and horror. Ken gasped again. He turned to look at me again. His expression can only be described as the ‘what the fuck is going on’ look. But what was there about which to be surprised, horrified, or confused?
“Who the fuck are you????” he inquired of me. It was as if I was a strange, unknown, delivery man or meter reader who had barged into his house unannounced and had defiled its sanctity.
“That’s the woman you’ve been fucking for the past two hours!” Marie answered, with a palm slap to Ken’s forehead for emphasis. “And you liked it too much! She was supposed to enjoy fucking you, not you enjoy fucking her!”
“Oh. Oh. Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Are you Marie’s friend?” Ken asked of me. “Yes. Yes. You’re Marie’s friend, aren’t you?”
I nodded in the affirmative.
“Right, right, right, right, right. … I forgot. Sandra, right? Your name’s Sandra?”
“Sarah.” Marie and I replied in unison.
“Sarah? You’re Sarah?”
“Yes. My name is Sarah,” I confirmed. Ken looked at Marie with an odd quizzical expression on his face.
“ Then who’s Sandra?
“There is no Sandra! There is just me, – I’m Marie – you, – you’re Kenny – and Sarah, who is there beside you.” Marie spoke slowly, deliberately, with a touch of sarcasm.
“All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. Okay. Look, … uh … the Chinese food and the beer has messed with my head. Okay? I’m less there, less quick as to what’s going on. Okay? So give me a break on this. Okay? Look, Marie, we’re supposed to be having fun. Aren’t you having fun?”
“Not anymore! Not after you enjoyed fucking my friend, Sarah, so much! Not after you ate Sarah’s pussy. You didn’t eat my pussy! We were supposed to have something special between us, something we couldn’t share with anyone else. But you fucked Sarah as if you had something special with her.”
“But I didn’t even realize it was her I was fucking.”
“That makes it even worse! Who did you think you were fucking? How many other women do you think about when you are fucking? — “
“You,” I interrupted. “Ken thought he was fucking you. He said your name a few times. I assume he was talking to me thinking I was you.”
“I know. I heard him.”
“Well, that’s not so bad then,” interjected Ken. “If I believed I was fucking you and enjoying it, then that’s okay. Right?”
“Wrong! You have to fuck me again! And you have to fuck me like I’m the only woman in the world who matters to you! You have to fuck me like we have something special together, like you have something special with me, something that you never before had with a woman, something that you don’t feel you will ever have with another woman. You have to fuck me like that!”
“Babe! Come on! I’m 28 years old. I can’t fuck back to back to back anymore like I could when I was 20 or 21. I need a couple of hours to rest up, to re-energize.”
“Your cock may need rest, but your tongue doesn’t. You can start by eating my pussy!” Marie sat on Ken’s chest and inched herself up towards his head until it was between her upper thighs. However, I was in the way somewhat. “Move over a bit,” Marie instructed me. I tried to comply, but I found that I was paralyzed. I couldn’t move my legs, my hips, or my waist. And I could barely move my arms and shoulders. I have had orgasms where I couldn’t move my legs for a few minutes afterward, but this was more than half my body that wouldn’t move. “Come on, Sarah, move over.” Marie prodded and poked me. I wanted to answer her in a normal voice, but the voice that came out, high-pitched with a sense of fear and urgency, was child-like.
“I can’t move my legs!”
“Can you feel your legs? If you can, then it’s nothing, just your orgasm. Can you feel this?” Marie moved down Ken and reached over to my feet. She tickled the soles of my feet.
“Aaaahhhhhkkk! Stop, stop, stop, stop! Marie, stop it!” I felt that all right, but I couldn’t move my legs and feet away from her tickling. It was torture. And Marie was giggling about it.
“Sorry,” she said, grinning from ear to ear. She rolled me over onto my back. That gave her more room to get busy with Ken. I guess they were going to fuck some more with me right there on the same bed just a foot (less than one meter) away from them. Marie made her way back up Ken’s chest and rubbed her pussy in his face.
“Eat my pussy this time, and better than you ate Sarah’s!” Ken obeyed and dutifully went about licking and sucking Marie’s pussy. I watched for a while. It was nice seeing Marie react to Ken’s tongue and lips on her clit, his hands cupping, massaging, and gripping her ass cheeks. She played with her nipples, ran her hands through Ken’s hair, then played with her nipples some more. All the while Marie moaned softly. Her enjoyment showed on her face.
But I was fucked out. I had had four or five orgasms, and after them, I was too exhausted to get aroused again by Ken and Marie. I needed to just relax and chill out. I adjusted myself on the bed, as some movement was returning to me. My hand landed on a damp area, which must have been my pussy juice from my orgasms. So I did wet the bed. I laid my head back on the pillow, closed my eyes, and listened to them, to Marie’s moans, and to Ken’s noises. He was making humming sounds like when a person wants to show they like a food. I listened to the music in the background from Ken’s phone. I wiggled my toes and feet as more ability to move returned to me. This was nice and peaceful. I could fall asleep.
Before I did, I felt a hand on my face. It was caressing my cheeks and forehead, it lightly touched my chin, lips, and nose. I opened my eyes and saw Marie smiling at me – smirking is actually a better word. What was she doing? She moved her hand to my chest, fondled one breast, teased, pinched, and twisted my nipple. She moved to my other breast and did the same thing. I didn’t stop her. Part of me enjoyed the touching. Most of me was still very curious about where all of this was going, and this light breast play might give a clue to the answer.
Marie caressed my breasts for only two or three minutes. Ken’s cock was hard again, Marie had had her pussy eaten, they went on to fucking and kissing. I thought about the fucking I had with Ken. I realized that I hadn’t done what I had wanted to continue from the shower. I hadn’t rubbed my breasts against Ken’s body. I hadn’t sucked his cock more. I never got a good look at his face when he had his orgasm with me because my face was in a pillow. I wish I had. I wondered if I could do this again or if I should do this again. It was too much to ponder in this moment. I put thoughts out of my mind. I closed my eyes again, chilled out on the music and the sounds of lovemaking, and drifted off to sleep.
And that was that. A night of sex like no other I have ever experienced. I am writing this three weeks later. I haven’t seen Ken again. I have hung out with Marie a few times since that night but she has not talked about it. She and Ken are still dating and fucking. I have thought about that night almost every night since. I have masturbated remembering that night and fantasizing about variations, the things I didn’t do but would like to, the things I did and want to do again. I still don’t know what that night was about. Why Marie set it up with me, or at least seemed to. But I will get it out of her eventually.