He pressed his ear to the back door:nothing.Then... there! Footsteps! He heard them distinctly, coming closer. Hestrained, trying to listen. No sound ...of dialogue reached him. Then thekey rattled again in the lock and he jerked back. The door of the prisoncoach swung open, the light outside dazzling him.He squinted, trying to see what was going on and made out two figures insilhouette who almost instantly became clearly visible: the driver of thecoach and Old Harry!Old Harry!"Get out o'there. You managed not to touch yourself but you’re still not sure how. At night, you dreamed of him, running scenario after scenario after scenario of how he was going to let you cum. Would he use his fingers? Would you get to cum around his cock? Dear God, let it be with his tongue… You wake this morning with a wet throbbing between your legs, the need having blossomed with your dreams. You look around cautiously, half-expecting to be pounced on again but knowing he’s not the kind of man to be that. .. let's take it slow, okay? I haven't had sex since -- sometraumatic things happened. And now -- I think I'm recovered, I thinkI'm ready now, or I wouldn't have invited you in. But maybe -- wecould pretend this is my first time, and all that other stuff neverhappened. Could you do that?"He closed his eyes for a couple of moments, and when he opened themagain, he said: "Kathleen, I'm honored that you've chosen me for yourfirst. Remember, you can say 'no' or 'stop' at any point, and wewon't. " Electric." Yes. You've noticed them, too. Did you fall in love with her?"I answered immediately, "I sure did." You're kidding. You admit it?" Sure." Seriously." Sure." So what did you do about it?"I shrugged. "I wrote her a poem." A poem." Yes." A poem? You gave it to her?" Sure."Anita's eyes were wide and her mouth was open. "Well, what did she do?"I shrugged. "She cried." She... cried?" Yes. You know, a little tear, right here. Just a little one. Then she said thank you and we went to a.