Her face turned red as she realized this, scolding herself. You’re married, Quinn. Control yourself, she thought. It was hard to, though, with how h...er marriage was going. When she first married Gerald at the age of twenty-one, everything had been pure bliss. They had been in the honeymoon stage for at least the first five years—best friends, and lovers. But after he had gotten a promotion, and she took up teaching night school classes, they seemed to lose time for each other. Neither had enough. She unbuttoned my foreflap and mounted my knees despite my weak protests, encouraging my battered ram to action. She failed, left me there drunk, limp, mean and dispirited and went to bed. In the morning I explained. She did not look happy about it, but said she understood and would wait until I felt better and more confident. Right then I was almost sure I never would.Two weeks later, after living a celibate life, and, with Susan's help, learning a fair amount about Cornwallis's small but busy. He took them, guiding one on each of his shoulders.“No music,” he agreed, putting his hands back on my waist.We swayed in his living room, no music, nothing but our heartbeats to guide us. I was looking into his eyes, a blue so blue that it was pure. The longer we stared into each other’s eyes, the pinker my cheeks became. I wasn’t really one to blush—Dragon Lady and all—but with us swaying there, standing so close, I felt the heat crawling up my neck. My hands glided up from his shoulder until. After some internet research and discussion about what she wanted to be called, and numerous silly and sexy suggestions, we started the process and Clit Cummings became Tilc Cummings. Shortly after we got confirmation that she was legally Tilc Cummings we filled in the forms to get Tilc a provisional driver’s licence and a passport. Tilc wasn’t too happy that I was paying for everything but she agreed to pay me back with a thousand blowjobs and a thousand fucks. I asked her what about the next.