“Emiko,” Mary called out to ball room, “put the all in one on the reading desk to the left.”“Will do,” Emiko called back.Mary walked over ...to the book case in front of her. She picked one of the dust covered books off the shelf and opened it. I was an old print of poetry and Mary read one on the page in the middle of the book she opened to. It was very romantic in its flowery terms about how the woman it was written to was the perfect companion. A part of Mary wanted someone to write poetry like. "I love you," I told her, breaking the silence."I love you too," she said.-2-"How much do you love me?" she suddenly asked.That caught me off guard. "Very much," I said, not knowing exactly how I should respond to a question like that. Love wasn't exactly a quantitative thing, after all."I think I'm ready to do it," she said, after a long, slightly nerve-wracking pause."Do what?" I asked.She laughed. "You know. Have . . . sex."It caught me completely off guard. I didn't know how to react so,. ’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Is there nothing you wish from me?’ He nodded, ‘In time, but I would not ask you to give before you know what will be asked. In time…’ ‘The others,’ I wondered aloud, ‘do they stand witness or will they go to seek their own partners?’ ‘They witness for now – to see to whom I have been called, as I will witness for them when their time comes. At times on our journey, we may travel with them.’ He lifted my hand, turning it palm upwards towards his mouth. After scanning my face, he. It’s like those anti-drug commercials where they tell you that one fix can get you addicted, well one fuck and I’m addicted to your cock. I keep wanting to say ‘big cock’ because it feels big to me, but I’m afraid if I do, you’ll think I’m trying to scam you again. We haven’t even finished making love the first time, and I already know that when you cum in me, I’ll be totally satisfied, but at the same time, all I’ll be able to think about is, ‘When can we do it again?’“I want to know what you.