“Hey! Don’t throw things at me! I’m the best friend you have,” he laughed back at her. “What’s the dusty box?” Alice asked, after they h...ad reset the player mechanism into the piano. “Oh, some rolls I found in the attic. I wonder if the player mechanism works. If it does, we could put one on.” “Well, all the vacuum lines seemed to be ok,” Alice replied. “I was surprised. I expected the rubber to be hardened and brittle.” “Well, maybe Aunt Sarah kept it serviced and operable. Knowing my family,. By the end of the evening, I was bushed, but happy.The next days and weeks were more of the same. I learned my way around well enough, and got to know my co-workers (there were others besides the first night crowd). David, it turned out, was married with a baby on the way; Widu, James explained when I asked, was his notion of an African king's name.As the others became more settled with me in their midst, I was included in some of their conversations; at times they went beyond general and. From the living room there are sliding doors that take you out to the pool. To the right is the front door, and through that door walked my good friend Karen and a new accompaniment. Karen is a stunning beauty. She’s tall with a lovely figure and a gorgeous face, long blonde hair, and smart. My kind of girl; except, I’m not her type; but, that’s another story altogether. She, being the strong woman that she is, entered boldly in a neatly tailored suit with an high collar and bow tie. With her. The reality of what was happening ... the enormity of it ... finally dispelled my paralysis.“What are we doing?” I whispered.She stood back up, grasping my penis along the way. Her hand felt both strange and elating.“Being valentines,” she said, reaching up with her lips to kiss me.“We can’t do this,” I rasped.“We’re not going to do everything,” she said, her voice smooth and reassuring. “We have to save that for later. But we can be together, like I’ve wished we could be together for a long.