In and out, moving quickly then slowly then quickly again. His stroking matched her movements. Her left hand moved to her breasts, clutching at them, ...squeezing, kneading, gently rolling the nipples between her fingers then tugging at them. Her legs strained to open wider, to allow him entrance to her, her hips thrust up against him, rolling from one shoulder to the other as she squirmed under him. Her moans increased, no longer able to stifle them, his stroking became faster, more intense, his. Is that not so, Hairy?”The man drooped as he admitted, “My true name is Harro. That name gave me the idea of becoming hairy, so I would not be recognised by anyone while I was under banishment. That image developed into the Hairy Merchant I became in recent years. Being a travelling merchant is an interesting life, but a lonely one.”“You didn’t find another woman to keep you company during your banishment?”“I did, actually, but she remains in my adopted tribe while I travel, though I still. " I might have laughed too hard at that, but hetook it well. I could tell that Tim's antennae were up -- he sensedsomething different -- but I changed the subject and avoided talkingabout the date.The day dragged. Even as a senior, I hated high school. Most of myclasses were deadly dull. I knew would be accepted at the local statecollege -- I kept a 3.5 GPA every semester -- and just showing up forclasses seemed to be all I had to do. I volunteered to tutor studentswith academic difficulties,. I’m not going anywhere unless you ask me to leave. I want to know about the ‘new Kyle’ and there’s only one way and that’s for us to talk. It may get a little hairy, but we do have to talk.”I nodded. “It’s a good thing you’re smarter than me,” I said. “I don’t want you to leave ... ever.” There, I’d said it.“It’s going to take some work, Mister,” she said, her hands still squeezing my shoulders. “Not just you, but me too.”I sighed in relief. “Okay ... so ... can I offer you a glass of wine?.