? the driver replied looking at Constance.?Leave it, it?s dead anyway. I?m after a cheap hotel in central Manchester please.? She said and the taxi be...gan moving. *****Constance was aware of how nervous Simon was as they left the taxi outside a mediocre hotel in the centre of Manchester. Three more taxis and she felt reasonably happy, at Piccadilly station they entered a last taxi.?I saw some more of those things? Simon said as they started driving to the. . and she just wanted to get her rocks off.She’d always been good looking. She’d always had a talent for art. She’d done her own figure studies as a student. That was part of the problem with men her age. Most of them had let things go once they entered a career path. They were on the ladder, but not climbing fast enough for it to keep them fit. Seeing them naked didn’t generate any awe or appreciation in her artist’s eyes. She didn’t actually think about it that way. It just happened. Or. While this bait and switch had never happened to me, I had had sex with both women and men, so I was not disgusted, only surprised. I think Faby was ready for, if not expecting, shock and repulsion. Maybe she and her friends got a lot of laughs at the freak outs of guys she’d done this way.If so, this time the joke was on her. My sharp intake of breath on seeing her penis morphed into a sigh as I leaned in and kissed it through the boxer shorts. It was her turn to gasp. Faby is still a ‘her’ to. And despite there being someone else in the room, someone I had just developed strong feelings for, someone I was frantically engaged with physically, I was again alone.I DIDN'T hear the front door open; my ears were covered at the time, to no avail, despite my best efforts. I felt pressure and then a sharp pain on my head as Gary yanked me up by my hair. Sure, I'm light, but not very many people can pick me up with one hand. He used the other to strike me hard enough across my face to make me.