”His mouth moved but no words came out. Then he caught his breath. “He was grinding himself against you. Your top was undone and he had a raging h...ard-on. I saw it with my own eyes. A-a-and you said ‘release the beast’. What did that mean?”I gulped and stammered, “We were having a wrestle,” then, laughing nervously, I added, “And ‘release the beast’ is a term used in wrestling. If you were not such a boring old fuddy-duddy and watched WWE occasionally, you would know that.”“Don’t give me that. “But isn’t there something about him?” He looked back at him then said, “Yeah, there is.” “Stay here. I’ll go find out who he is.” “Don’t get your hopes up,” he warned. “No, but it won’t hurt to say hello.” I set my books aside and stood, dusting the seat of my jeans. I crossed the grassy area towards this intriguing young man, but almost stopped when he glanced up at me. I could tell by his glance that he was not interested in talking to me. Still, I kept walking. “Hi,” I said, stopping in. ‘Emrys, I…ah…I know you didn’t have to do this, you know…coming to my rescue and giving me your bed and, well…thank you, you’ve been so kind.’ I turned around again and stared deep into her eyes. Her face was so innocent, so cute and she was so beautiful. I realized that it was now or never and I began to move towards her. The moment seemed to have grabbed her too and she moved towards me. Time seemed to slow as we met in a tender kiss. You have no idea how good it felt, like all the problems. Jane and Yvette sit beside each other at the piano on a long seat. Yvette watches Jane play, demonstrating and correcting Jane. Jane shifts herself in her seat, ostensibly to position herself more correctly, as Yvette has instructed her. Yvette finds her hips and outer thigh are touching Jane’s. Yvette takes pleasure in the warmth of her friend's body.Jane asks if that is better, her hands at the same time, their fingertips brushing the top of Yvette’s, as she moves them across the keys. Yvette.