Finally, she asked, "Did you men set goals that involved us – Monica, Sheila and me?"She was then quiet, but stared at Bob, Jim, and Matt in turn. T...his was the one question the men had avoided answering in all the earlier discussions. Sheila had also turned to await the answer, pleased that her best friend had been so insightful as to ask it.Bob started the answer, "Yes. We talked about whom our dream girls were; whom we wanted in our lives more than anyone else in the universe."Jim jumped in,. " Pushed her out of the way." Did you see?" No, just a blur, he was so quick." Is she all right?" Could have been a lot worse." Is he all right?" Who?" The lad that saved her." Must be, he's not here now. I wonder where he went?" This must be her mother."The pain in my shoulder was getting much worse. The last thing I heard as I rounded the corner was the frantic tones of Angela's mother. "Who did this to you? As if I didn't know. Where is he?" The sound of approaching sirens spurred us to. He told me that Mike had left New York and was living in San Francisco, Dave said he was in London for another four days before moving on to Germany.He had come to Soho, as this was London's gay area, but was staying at a small hotel in Islington. My mind kept drifting back to the great time we had shared years before in New York, Dave must have sensed this and put his hand on my thigh and gently rubbed it.I was beginning to melt, and he moved his hand up towards my crotch. He started to caress. His leg caught on a footstool, and he stumbled and cursed. Since he had not bothered to zip his fly (it would be down soon anyway), the jolt made his erection spring free through the fly. Just then, a flash of lightning close by illuminated the entire cottage through the picture window. Paul caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of a naked couple frozen in the act of making love. It was Sam and Linda! She was riding cowboy, facing directly towards Paul across the room. Having heard Paul.