It had rained some and I got stuck up to the rear axles. I didn’t feel like digging out and decided to crash at Ann’s house for the night. We had ...been seeing each other for a month or so and I knew she would be glad to see me.I walked up to her place and went in. She never locked her doors since there were always people coming and going. I went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Coors and drank it straight down. It had been a long dry spell since I left. It’s hard to find beer in fire. If one can imagine: blood and the scent of a woman together.Peter was thinking these very thoughts as he walked from his office to his home, nearly two miles away, a trip he takes daily without complaint. It gives him time to think. Like today, his thoughts about blood and the scent of a woman. For as long as Peter can remember, he has been fascinated with the workings of female gentalia. Add to that an almost gothic obsession with the colour red and the taste of blood. Please don't wrongly. She said, "Hi Lizzie! Have you been waiting long?" Lizzie held up her almost empty glass of tea. "We were just finishing out first glass of tea Honey!" She stood up as Caroline approached and the hugged and gave each other one of those cheek smacks were they don't actually touch each other's cheeks with their lips s that they don't smear their lip-sick on each other. There was a brief look of recognition on Caroline's face as she thought she detected the faint aroma of a female's genitalia on. The only problem was -exactly how did I tell her?I spent a fair proportion of the day thinking about this until I finallyrealised that the way to tell her was exactly the same way I have justtold you!"Er, Claire! You know how, quite often when a man wakes up..."She'll understand that. She's a doctor, after all. I know I was probablystill going to turn a fetching shade of pink as I told her, but thatwould work, wouldn't it?What got to me immediately was that even thinking about telling a.