Her head was pounding which was nothing unusual for a Saturday morning. She could feel someone pressing against her back. Oh God, she thought, who did... I sleep with now. She turned over to see, not a man‘s body, but the back of a couch. Where the hell am I, she wondered. It was a little wrinkled, but she realized she was still wearing the short, little dress she had on the night before. She vaguely remembered the knight in shining armor from the bar. She looked around at the small, but nicely. Tuesday I spent on my wheel. The feel of moulding the wet clay is by far the most satisfying part of being a potter. As well as being the most tactile job I can think of, the ability to produce somethingof beauty and worth is very gratifying. Mid afternoon I put the glazed ware into the kiln and went into the house a very content man.'York, London or another English city?' I asked Kate that evening.'Eh!' was her expected response.'For a long weekend.''Oh! Okay. How about London.' She stated. I stole a glance and felt my breath quicken as I got a look at his big balls hanging down below his butt. I nervously licked my dry lips as I gazed on his perfect body, oozing with masculinity.He took a low stool and sat down if front of me and lifted my foot and gave it a gentle kiss, before he put it on his thigh, so very close to his maleness."You have very pretty feet, my love. You will love them when I get done. Let's use a nice bright red. That will make them look really sexy." He. " I will be here early. I love you." He kissed his wife goodbye and headed off. Neither of them knew what the day had in store for them.Gabriel was busy changing out the oil on a car, when he looked up and saw Neil and Jeff standing by the front door. He nervously grabbed a towel and cleaned his hands. He walked over to the front door hoping they were only there to get a car fixed or for an oil change."Hey buddy I see you're really trying to impress blondie eh?" Neil said laughing.Gabriel.