She'd come home at lunch time for a change of clothes. She had to take her mother to hospital and would probably stay there for the weekend. That woul...d explain why there were no lights on.?????He shut the fridge again and let his eyes adjust to the darkness, absently sipping the coke. He still did not turn on any lights. He could see well enough from the glow of the street lights outside. The darkness was calm and relaxing. To walk around in darkness like this was not an opportunity he got. The language of love was still a foreign tongue to me and I lacked the benefit of a Rosetta Stone or even a Berlitz manual. I did however, find girls attractive in a non-sexual sort of way. As would be the pattern throughout my life, each 'relationship' was a learning experience. Sometime in grammar school I found myself quite attracted to a young lady I shared a class with. Again, it was a somewhat non-sexual sort of attraction as I recall, though I found myself quite captivated by her beauty.. .. all we’ll think is that we endured it, our children can do it.”That smacked me into silence. I was one of those hateful old men who had espoused a mandatory national service as V1. I’d talked about how it would teach discipline and straighten out our youth. But I knew I’d never have to serve. I was eighty fucking years old. I wondered if this life was simply punishment for things I advocated in the other.“So, what are we doing next weekend?” Beca asked Sunday afternoon. “We get Friday off. He tried to press his finger up between the soft moist flanges of her vagina but she jerked spasmodically away, not from fear or revulsion, but from the unexpected contact that sent a shiver of warm rippling sensation running up the nerves of her naked back.She groaned, vaguely aware of his hands turning her body on the bed so that she was flat on her back and the whole of her naked front was presented up to him in a delicious photograph of hollows and secret indentations.She was just as he.