he moved his hand to the pucker that ran along the top of my left thigh then his hand lifted . when i reach the third door , i press myself against the wall so i can not be seen through the bars . it 's not a turn-on for me , if that 's what you 're hoping . '' the rain dies , and now theres a weight of silence in the sky more ominous than the passing storm . he moved away as he finally finished scratching in the words . we fight here because we understand . 