“It’s okay.”“But we don’t know what we’re doing,” she mumbled.“Everybody’s got to start somewhere,” I said, knowing it was as corn...y as hell and also dishonest. “You’re beautiful and I just want to see more of you.”I wanted to suck those non-existent tits and bring them to life. I wanted to go to town on her clitoris, now that I knew what and where they were. I wanted to reduce her to a quivering, helpless mess just dying to be fucked every which way.She stood up without a word and held out her. ‘Yes. I called the number the next day. It wasn’t you, only the writer. I liked him. He started a new story called ‘The Mirror of Love’. It’s about a man and woman in love from different dimensions. The man travels through a mirror to find her. They travel in marvelous ways until they find a home for both of them.’ I took a couple of deep breaths and stuck my hand under my arm to keep it from shaking. ‘How did they travel?’ Her legs moved apart, her hand between them rubbing those mysteries. " Aurora," I said. "That's what makes the juice that made us so happy a few minutes ago, when I was reaching and reaching for it and finally you brought it all spurting out of me. Into you, and you seemed glad to have it, the way you arched your back and cried out over and over." No, those things don't," she said. "Not that juice. Not your testicles. Where'd you get your sex education? That joy juice is from your prostate, down deep just behind this limp thing here, your penis. From that smooth. We continue to laugh and have another cocktail and I ask if you would like to have cocktails on one of the balconies in one of the rooms in the hotel. You think that would be a great idea so I tell you to hold tight and I will go to the front desk and be right back. Shortly I arrive back with a hotel card key and ask if you would like to head that way. I tip the bartender well so he lets us take our drinks up to the room. We walk thru the lobby and hop on the elevator pressing the top floor.