Stacy flowed into my arms. "Hi, Lover. Have I told you recently how much I love you and how much you excite me?" Not since breakfast, but let me assur...e you that the feeling is mutual. You are the sexiest creature I know of in this universe."She giggled, "That's because I love to fuck..."Just those words gave me an instant hard-on, but she went on." ... all these guys at work, and the neighbors, and I love to do girly fucks with all the women in our life too." She grinned because she knew what. Williams.'" Does it help?" she asked."Yes and no," I told her. "Like most players, he has a nickname over which he has no power at all. I won't tell you what his is, because it's vulgar. But it's not a name he'd have chosen." Men -- playing a boy's game -- and acting like boys," she said. But it wasn't said in a disparaging way. I could tell Maureen O'Conner wasn't putting me down -- not me, or ballplayers in general." ... What about you?" she said then. "Do you have a nickname, too?" I do," I. "He laughed and so did she. After all, she was only being neighbourly.************************Misha had just passed yesterday off as being a good neighbour, and possibly feeling guilty about being harsh on the old man next door. Still, when Ken had asked her how the report was coming, she said it had taken up her full day. She deliberately left out the gardening and the conversation with their next-door neighbour.**************Ken left before eight, as usual, and she decided to get up and start. ................................................................................................................................................... It was another late night. Like most nights, I was the last to leave the library. My Master’s thesis consumed my life, bringing me late nights and early mornings. It also left very little time for a social life, not like I had one. People seemed to avoid me. I wasn’t sure whether it was my intellect, my interest in ancient societies, or the morbid.