’ Mr. Sandle’s hand comes to rest on my shoulder. His words are friendly. ‘How many women in my house are you after? Do I need to keep you away ...from my beloved Mother as well?’ ‘Only if she can cook better than Mrs. Sandle.’ I say with a grin. I see him chuckle then look to his wife. ‘Well I guess she is safe then for I would never make such a claim.’ ‘Oh you two. Out of my kitchen the both of you.’ Says Mrs. Sandle annoyed but flattered all the same. Chuckling Mr. Sandle doesn’t turn lose of. And I always had that comforter to remember her by. Because I know it had a chunk of her soul stitched into it.And now, it was years later, eight days before Christmas, a Saturday morning. The ground was covered in snow, and I could see a couple of huge icicles hanging down from the roof through the partially opened curtains. I was on my side, two pillows under my head, my knees bent, and the covers were up to my chin. I was comfy-cozy under my comforter.It didn't hurt that there was an arm. I'm 100% guy." Maybe," Beth shrugged. "You do have femininity, though. And maybe I'minto more androgynous figures or something."I felt better - I was no longer on that cliff. I was not a girl."I'm in love with you," Beth said, finally.I was trying to keep up here, but the gears weren't spinning right. Orwhatever an appropriate metaphor would be."You're everything I want in a girl, personality wise. The only problemis that...Well, your boy parts don't interest me at all. Although I guess Ilike. I realize now that before I met you, I only experienced those cuddle bunny orgasms!"Shirley hugged me for a while, and neither one of us said a word for some time.Another theme from erotica that we tried was to see if hypnosis could increase either the intensity or duration of an orgasm. Again, I had my doubts, mostly due to my male nature of thinking about orgasms. To a male, an orgasm isn't simply a feeling. There is very much a physical aspect to it as well: the ejaculation of semen. I knew.