The old man turns slowly, careful to reach behind himself and neatly fold forward the tail of his coat as he sits down. His eyes reach the Concierge a...nd he nods with a small smile. She politely acknowledges his anonymity and makes busy. He sits handsomely, patiently, straight as his slightly stooped back will allow. His feet are planted firmly in the thick carpet, hands rest atop the cane that he has stood up to help him stand. He worries, as always, that he doesn’t have it quite right. Did he. It was a nice tension breaker. Smiling over at her I admitted. OK. So you are a little weird. But you are very pretty. Brittnis smile grew even more. Well thank you Handsome! She gave me a wink. I do know a couple of guys on the track team that would take me out, but it would just be for the sex. I really dont want my first time to be in the back of a car, with some overanxious guy that doesnt know what hes doing. I dont want a guy that might hurt me because he doesnt know, or doesnt care, how. “Yes?”He shifted her a little so he could look down into her face. “How are you feeling?” He smiled at her, a small crooked thing that made her heart pound far faster than any big, charming grin ever had, and she cherished it.“Still cold, but tolerable, thank you.”“Don’t thank me – I’d be dead if it weren’t for you. The least I can do is be a human...” He paused, seeming lost for words.“Human bed warmer?” She giggled, and he smirked. Her giggle was interrupted by a huge yawn, and she pressed. With those women he seduced—or they seduced him—It seemed that he played their bodies like a musical instrument, doing kinky things their husbands had never thought of—at least with them. Schooling himself sexually even by frequenting brothels for the purpose of getting pointers on the latest “kinks,” most women were not only thrilled with that kind of sex but also brought some new ideas of their own. With a young woman like Myra, he looked forward to mentoring a complete greenhorn, something.