Cheek pressed against the rocks, scrambling to find a handhold, my eyes flutter shut and I groan. Loud and long and completely unbridled, but under the roar of the water, it's practically silent. I get a flash of it, them moving together here behind the falls, and the flash of want -- fucking need that comes along with it is so strong I feel almost lightheaded.

"When?" I breathe out. I know bits and pieces of the timeframe, how they got together, but I want details. When, what time of day, what did Mike's face look like. What did Tom sound like when he came? All of it's this dirty little porno that cranks on in my head... like I wasn't turned on enough already.