he left his car where it was , got out with his flashlight , and looked at the car and swept the powerful beam of the light over the open grounds of the park inside the fence . she paints a picture of us in the blink of an eye , yet she has no paint or brushes ! `` damn , girl , you 're getting me going again . '' he moved his h*ps over mine , and i cried out when we pressed together . `` what difference does it make to you ? 