Freddy did not care one damn bit that he was rushing things, or thst he was being impatient. He barely knew this girl, and she was fuckings nuts, but he figured that he needed this. He could practically hear Patrick from college in his ear saying, "Fuck man, you need to get laid." And if he had cared to dwell upon that, he would have found that was likely true. He was all strung out, the job, his death, the island were just weighing something down on him. And like any man in distress, a good bang should help it get a little better.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly when she impaled herself down upon him, she was kinda tight, and though her hands were cold, inside she was good and warm. Waiting untill she had lowered herself down all the way to the hilt, he grabbed those little boyish hips of her's and pushed her back up with ease, then guided her down again. "Bet your sweet ass Miss Octarine," he grunted, pulled her down a little so he could kiss her again.