At first, it was strictly fun, but he's a different breed. Worships me practically, with a big heart.” “Well, I don't see anything wrong with that..., him, that outfit, or how happy he makes you. He's a desirable man, and you're very lucky Gina! To have found that a second time, it keeps me hopeful.” “I count my blessings, but I think you've got a little crush going on here,” Gina said with a laugh. “Oh stop it! I just looked a little. I'm very happy for you. Honestly.” “No, no, no. The first time. ‘Yes, so am I but I need you, I love you’ Love? How could that word apply to the two of us? We are friends, good friends whose partners too are friends, it cannot be more. The arm pulls me close once again with renewed urgency and the hand pushes firmly against my weak resistance. My arousal has not and will not diminish and as a soft, wet mouth nibbles at my lips, my own mouth offers no resistance, indeed encourages the other. My hand relinquishes its defence and the hand slips easily under. To burn faster and brighter. Yet the pace was slow and maddening.Steadily the warmth of his own flame spread through his body of wax. Hemoaned, but no sound escaped his mouth. Yet his mouth moved as if hecould. Where the heat penetrated his flesh of wax control and movementreturned. Soon he could open his eyes. Blinking in confusion of thestrange double vision provided by eyes and flame. Then his arms startedto move again. Curious he reached above in his flame and twitched inbliss as his whole. He paused for a second before opening the frontdoor, then, drawing a breath as if before plunging in deep waters, heslowly pried them open. Relieved that there was no one on the driveway towitness his shame, he took the first hesitant step outside. Carefully, heplaced one high heeled foot on the asphalt below the doorstep, then theother. As soon as he started to walk, another wave of panic swept over him.The sound of his heels clacking against the ground seemed loud enough tohim to attract.