They left just after Trisha got back and she too smiled when she read the additions.By then I had got all my senses back and I asked her what they’d... written. These were the ‘interesting’ ones: =FUCK ME HERE – Written at the top of both my thighs and with arrows pointing to my pussy.FUCK MY MOUTH – Written on my right arm.PULL ON THESE – Written on my chest just below my tits.“Right,” Trisha said, “let’s get your pussy cleaned-up.”As she was doing that I said, “That was awesome Trisha you just. ”“And you are?”“Amanda Larson.”They shook hands. He didn’t know if she thought of him in the same way.She didn’t come with anyone.“So I take it you write poetry as well?”“I try. I’m kind of learning the ropes.”“Well, I’d love to take a look. I hope I’m not being too forward.”“You want to look at my poetry?” she stammered.“Sure. I’m always interested in what students are writing.”“Soon to be an ex-student.”“Right. Of course. Verse only gets better when you’re out in the real world.”“I take it. Like Andrew showed me, I wanted to be the one to show him, but as usual I was too scared and did nothing.After he had looked through them all he said he had to go home and quickly left. I tidied up the room, locked everything away, went inside, lay on my bed naked and masturbated while imagining what it would be like to do to him what we used to do all those years ago.About a week later on a Sunday while walking past his house he came running out.“Hey Matt, you know those magazines you showed. “Maggie” Thomas called out “can I have a double whiskey please?”“Sure thing love any ice?” Thomas looked at the old man who shook his head “no just straight up please.” “Coming right up” she replied. As Maggie served the whiskey Thomas looked at the old man again trying to see if he recognised him but every time he turned away it was like his face was stricken from memory, must be the beer he thought just as Maggie put the glass down in front of him. He gave her some money and turned around to.