“Them was good days,” a deep voice boomed from behind me. I turned to see a large black man in sweats. He was older now, but it was obviously the ...man in the pictures. “Smitty,” he said and thrust a giant hand towards me. “Jim,” I replied as his monster hand completely enclosed mine, “I would like to try boxing”Smitty smiled and nodded. We talked for a while and I took and instant liking to him. He had been a pro for years and his undefeated record came with all but one as knockouts. An injured. ”“Did you ever seek medical advice on the matter?” I asked.“Sure, but it didn’t help. Debbie was given tablets to help her relax, but they weren’t very effective. Then, the following day she would moan and groan like a stuffed pig, accusing me of causing her pain,” he replied, before concluding, “I was sure that most of her antics were simply in the mind and if I read the doctor correctly, he thought so too.”After a lengthy pause he ruefully added, “I never thought I would have to continue. ‘It was hard work – but I got through!’ She had just been auditioning for the lead part in a prestigious musical, which would take her touring around the world, and would instantly propel her into the aristocracy of sex actresses. This musical combined music and song, drama and comedy, sex and more sex. It was in fact a musical version of Anne of Green Gables, where Mouse would be playing Anne and would distinctly relish the sex scenes with school-children. Mouse settled down on the end of the. Fuck that, there’ll be time for it later. I stop controlling my emotions and facial expressions. My happy, carefree smile disappears as I subtly suck in my lower lip. My eyes stare straight into yours, my lust and desire obvious and immediate. I stand up and your eyes lock onto my erection for just a moment. I swear I see the corner of your mouth tip up in lustful appreciation, but this is no time to ask. I hold out my hand and I wonder if you’ll take it or back out. I don’t have to wonder for.