”“Never understood that, celebrating New Year’s with all those strangers, standing in the cold, in a place so fucking crowded.”“And how did ...it happen?”“I don’t know ... He just said his parents got pissed on by somebody.”“I assume it was a man.”“You never know.”“It was so clotted with people that the pisser probably couldn’t reach a bathroom, was stupid drunk, I’d guess.”“It was New Year’s Eve...”“I wonder how it went down. Did the guy whip it out and start shooting, like a deranged killer,. I decided to make the necessary effort to try to find a light switch for one of the small 'bedside' lights (actually they're above the bed, rather than beside it, but you get the idea). I knew the switches were immediately below the lights, so I tried to visualize where the lights had been relative to my being in the middle of the bed last night. I closed my eyes to help me visualize, which amused me since it was pitch black. At the same time the visualization recalled the memory of where the. He never got an erection only from seeing me naked. He needed physical contact. And you are also right I never thought about having sex with him only from seeing him naked. I also need more physical contact like your kiss and your hands gently touching my breasts.’ ‘Honey, believe me that’s no surprise for me. You must know my mother is a psychiatrist for traumatized kids but she knows a lot more than that and she never hesitated to share her wisdom with me. How often did your husband and you. "I'm Robert and yes, I'm a photographer for the magazine," the man said in a gravely, deep voice. Britney got a closer look at him now - his face looked rather haggard and torn, with acne scars and a slight scar from a cut extending from his upper lip at a 45 degree angle towards his cheek. The man had to have been at least 40 but something in Britney told her that he was much older than that."Ok Robert, what can I do for you?" Britney said, gesturing him over to a chair by the snack table. He.