The display of detail in that spectacle of open-legged fucking by the couple on his bed was so cruelly vivid, so merciless, and so appallingly erotic,... he was transfixed.By now he had half-closed the door. But, from the shadow of hallway, still he watched. Fearing that at any moment one of those interlocked, intently interthrusting lovers would hear the awful banging of his heart within his chest, and notice him.The harsh breathing, the groaning, the moans, the sighs and whimperings of the. Towards the end of each night she would be so drunk I would usually have to get someone to help me take her out to the car. Then I would drive her home, carry her in the house because she would be passed out, and fuck her until I couldn't do it anymore. The last Saturday she had to go without undies we decided to go to a different bar. We thought the band started playing at 8pm but it didn't start playing till 10pm. We got there at 8 and really wanted to see this new band play so we stayed. The door slid shut and we both let out a sigh. “You okay?”“Yeah,” she replied.“That sure put a damper on things,” I said with anger in my voice. “Yeah, but we made it without too much of a scene. We were lucky.”“Think so?”Dana didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. The elevator lurched and it started its descent. As it went down my stomach growled. “Do you want to go to the Diner?” Dana asked. “Yeah,” I said enthusiastically. “I like it there.”“You mean you. He wore a short pointed beard and a thin moustache with a lean hawkish nose and his eyes were almost black below thick eyebrows. It was, David concluded, a face of intelligence and power. A trained and experienced observer, David, took this all in in a glance.“So Mr. Ramage, I see you batted for the other team,” he chuckled, indicating David’s Cambridge tie.“I’m afraid so, sir,” he replied adjusting his serviette.They talked about their respective universities during breakfast. Afterwards, the.