It turned out to be a very good night.At some point prior to that Monday it should have at least crossed my mind that there existed the possibility of... someone else having abilities like mine. It should have, but it never did. Why it never occurred to me I don't know, probably pride or ego or something like that. Hubris, the Greek dramatists called it; excessive pride leading to a tragic downfall.The small group sessions had just finished and we were getting settled in the dayroom for the. Intense, mouth slightly open. I was afraid to initiate anything with Mary so I just let her have her way. She walked over to the bed and sat down. She patted the bed next to her. I pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles and sat down. She gently pushed on my chest, indicating I should lie down. I did. She continued to stroke me, grazing my balls with her nails and squeezing the shaft. It was, again, disorienting. These were not my wife’s hands or the moves my wife did. I open my eyes. Our houses were very near. We were friends from our childhood. I had full freedom in her house and she had in my house too and every day after school.I used to go her home and chat with her parents for some time and enter her room and chat with her for long time. If I didn’t go her home evening she will come to my home and scold me. It was our routine and we became teenagers. She became very beautiful.I can’t sleep at least one day without seeing her. One day she went to her mother’s home for 2. I will give you pleasure that you never had before, more than you can ever imagine.” I promised her.“I will be a good student.” She promised back.It was late in the noon by then. Her hubby worked in the second shift and would already be on the way to his factory to work. She had a full time maid looking after her kids. So she was in no hurry to return home. I had to catch a flight next morning; I was going on a business tour and wasn’t scheduled to return home for another 5 days. So, we had.