After a month I had become obsessed with her. I decided to either fulfill the demands of my imagination, or find some other target for my private lust...s. In the back of a theater showing of "The Hunger", my inhibitions lowered by the smoke she and I had shared, I confessed my secret. I leaned in close, and whispered, "I want you."She turned and looked at me, surprised at my boldness. She took my hand and pulled me from the theater, to the privacy of the fire escape. She asked if I was playing a. “Um, yeah OK. Thank you, just don’t try anything.” You laugh, turning your head to the side and resting your head on your arms. With the bottle in one hand, I squirt a generous amount into the other, as my eyes wander down your back to that tight firm ass. Once I put the bottle back down, I rub my hands together before reaching down and cupping your warm soft shoulders and slowly but surely massage the lotion into your skin. A soft moan escapes your lips, unsure if it was due to the cold. "We have another horse" she winked at me. "Wow" I uttered in dumbfoundamazement climbing on the horse. "You are amazing" I said meaning it inmany different ways."Did you see the structure of that?" I asked after we had ridden on fora while leaving the corpses for the birds and the dogs. "The what?" shefrowned back trotting on beside me. "When I ate a dragon's egg I startedto see the underlying structure of the world, the real way of truthrather than the illusion of seeming" I explained "I just. He finished punching things on the payment device and waited for his receipt. He tried to smile politely as she handed it to him, and invited him to have a nice day. And he tried not to think ‘fuck her’, because he knew he wouldn’t. * * * * * The man who helped him with the shoes was not an attractive man. But he was friendly, and eager to sell him shoes. He knew about this store, knew that drag queens shopped here all the time, knew that he was not the strangest thing that anybody had ever.