Phoenix ch 09
‘And the Eagle flies, with the dove,’ the words sang through her awakening mind. There was a breeze as well, and a gentle swaying, rocking motion. There was also a marvelous sensation occurring between her legs that seemed to be the source of the gentle motion she was experiencing. ‘Love the one you’re with…’ Tanya smiled at the words. She remembered parking under the Franklin Street Drawbridge and climbing into the back of Rudy’s Trans Am on July Fourth. ‘God, when was that? 1970, ’71?’ They watched the pyrotechnic waterfall flow off the expressway bridge with the top down, wrapped in a blanket so the hundreds of people crowding the streets couldn’t see what the two of them were up to. She yelled and screamed and listened to that song, riding Rudy’s big black cock …