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There was a jack joint two doors down. In a few minutes I was is the dark humid cube with this intimate stranger, memories and feelings crashing together and mingling. I felt our finger slide easily into our vagina, tasted the salt sweat and musk of our penis, sucking it rigid. Breasts radiating. We shifted around so we were two mouths working together. [...] For several minutes, we stopped the sex and just held on to each other, sharing sorrows at a level that's hard to describe, independent of actual memory, I suppose body chemistry talking to body chemistry. There was a two-minute warning chime and we recoupled, hardly moving, slight internal contractions bringing us to a slow-flowing orgasm.