As soon as the door closes behind us you push me into the corner, kissing me fiercely. My legs go weak as I take your tongue into my mouth, sucking it... much like I did your cock minutes before. The kiss breaks and starts again over and over as we undress each other. My body aches for your touch as you unbutton my blouse and toss it on the couch, my nipples strain against the soft fabric of my bra. Pulling your shirt over your head I take advantage of my chance to touch you, to kiss your chest,. . you're correct, many of my dates become intimate." I tried not to sound like I was boasting.Ann followed up right away: "So you tell Crystal about having sex with someone else? Doesn't she get jealous?" Ann had a touch of disbelief and awe in her question."No. Like me, she's one of those people who haven't allowed ourselves to get caught up in all the drama society teaches us. Why react with jealousy and venom, when your friend and partner just had a happy intimate experience? The word that's. Vicarious ego, I guess, in a humorous way.Carol had been studying in her room and she came out for a drink, and gave me a big smile when she saw me. "Hello, Mark." Hi sweetie. How are you? ... Good. While I remember to mention it, Julia's planning on your visiting her Thursday evening. She said something about your needing to prepare somehow. I don't know the details so you should call her to find out." I was careful with my language. It was to demonstrate my TK to Carol, so I'd obviously be. I had eaten like crap the last few days. I wanted to eat and I wanted to sleep. In a bed, not a chair, thank you. I had optimistically gotten rid of my own bed when I moved in with Roger, since we were supposed to live happily ever after. There were two beds in the flat, though, one too soft but the other one just fine. I wanted it, but I wanted food first. ‘Feed me!’ I sounded like Little Shop of Horrors and Peter was all contrite. He apologized for his thoughtlessness in not being able to.