She leaned her head back and felt the warm water coat her hair and, taking some shower gel in her hands, she began to slowly work up a lather on her w...ashboard stomach. Her sexual tension was immediate now; probably a result of the long stressful week with little emotional outlet and her hands danced quickly and confidently over her breasts, nipples and toward her belly. Shivers ran up her spine and the anticipation of sexual release quickly grew. She thought of Blackswift, imaging his taught. Both our parents were out for work and so both were alone at that time. I locked my home and reached her place. She opened the door and I looked at her.She was in a T-shirt and pajamas and hair looking all messed up. I thought she had woke just now. So I went up to her room and she told me she had difficulty with something on her phone. As expected she told me that she had just woken and told me to go to the hall as she is taking a bath.I agreed and took her phone to the hall and continued. I’ve researched it at length but after a year have come to the conclusion that it is truly anonymous. If the original author is still with us—hats off to him for this poignant little piece of prose. * June of 1970 ‘Clear?’ ‘Clear!’ ‘Fire in the hole!’ He’d repeated this process at least a thousand times. He listened carefully to the whine of the starter and the rapid click of the igniters…the rotor began to turn in a lazy arc. This part always gave him a sense of trepidation, a perceptible. She’ll be here this weekend.”“Good. I was somewhat worried when I left your room last night. I feel a bit better now.”“I felt REALLY good last night!” Katy grinned. “I can’t believe how good you make me feel.”“We’re pretty good at that,” I said. “But you and I both know it’s not enough. And you and I both know that we can’t do it again because of Lauren.”“You’re right, and that’s the thing that really bugs me. Because Lauren wanted to experiment, I lost any chance of being with you again.