” Deena smiled and I took that as a signal, so I got upout of my chair, and I planted a light kiss on her lips.She didn’t resist and even ...stuck her tongue in my mouth. We parted lips and we looked at each other. We knew whatwe wanted and didn’t have to say it. A huge smile grew on her face and she took my hand andwalked me back to a room where massages are given.“This room should do fine,” she told me. I looked around the room. “Deena, may I have the honorof. .he was very upset for ruining our first night. I comforted him and said no problem its just that we both were trying too much. He was very sad and I tried to lift the mood up..i said that his sperm tasted good and next time I shall prepare myself for taking that whole load inside. Do you really want to know how it tastes..i asked him..and told him to kiss my cheeks and my eyelid where still small traces of sperm were holding on. I asked him how is it to taste one’s own fluid. He smiled and we. “He’s got a great tan,” Mrs Doolan from next door mused. “The holiday did him the world of good.”“And he looks so calm and serene,” said Mrs McGuiness.“That’s because he died in his sleep.” explained Mrs Murphy, “and he doesn’t know he’s dead yet, but when he wakes up, the shock will kill him!”“Your glass is empty O’Flaherty, will you be having another?”“And why would I be wanting two empty glasses?” replied O’Flaherty.Murphy arrived home late from the pub, well oiled and ready for trouble.“Is. He’d prepared for this with an array of responses that he hoped sounded more uninteresting than evasive, and though the interrogation was renewed with every fresh group of old acquaintances, he eventually judged the attempt a success.And then it was Sunday night, two weeks after his return to the city. He texted Wendy a single word — Tonight? — and she responded in the affirmative.This time, she kept the first half of her promise, helping him descend into serious inebriation while he opened his.