I quickly lay in a charcoal sketch and captured the bare slit that she was showing with her fingers poised just over it. She shifted positions when I'...d finished that sketch and the drape fell away entirely with no pretense about using it for modesty. She arched herself backward spreading her legs slightly and I tore through another rapid sketch. I had a feeling this was less about me sketching than it was about her posing."What do you think about my ass?" she asked, getting on her hands and. He knew my weakness. It was electric and I had flashes back to the days when I enjoyed sex and couldn't get enough. I missed that now and it had been a long time. My husband either doesn't like to do it or doesn't belive in foreplay. I used to love it. It's the only way I can actually get off. I had learned to live without it, satisfying myself after he does to bed. I love him but needed to be satisifed sexually. I had an itch I'd forgotten was there and now it demanded to be scratched. He. I'm going to let you finger her just this one time because I let that old fart finger me in the park."I said, "You knew he was going to do it?" He was doing it for a couple of minutes while your eyes were closed," she confessed. "It was so naughty and it felt good so I let him do it. It was only when he jammed his fingers way in that I couldn't control it. That's when I jumped and you know the rest." So you now have my permission to get even, one time and only now. Go for it big boy!"I know I. I can’t say I was very surprised at how things had turned out between the two of us; thinking about it, this was coming for quite a while. Still, it still didn’t make things easier, first Megan, and now Cathy leaving me.And Dream of YouMonday Morning, June 21, 1976I folded up Cathy’s letter, and put in on the kitchen counter. I walked into the lounge room, and looked out the window at the grey skies and pouring rain. A fragment of a tune crossed my lips:And when the rainBeats against my window.