I nodded to give him permission to do what he wanted. He swiftly used my hair as a lever and pulled my head back and forth. He was rough and seemed to... ignore my watering eyes and pay more attention to my moaning. I’m glad he did, I was leaking on the ground wanting to feel that force lower on my body. I wanted him so bad. With him taking control I reached under my skirt and found my clit I rubbed it furiously wanting to come as he did. Simon was faster. I knew the feeling of him when he was. Ohhhhhh, God, Elliott tell me the truth. I so want a man and you’d be that perfect man right now." He felt weird and what he started to say to her, seeing as he was a little on the huskier side of things too, he said, “Uhhh I’ve always felt uhhh your uhhh body is uh attractive Angela.” He was shaking his head and forcing the words out of his mouth. “I... uhhh, like it. No, I love it and I’ve admired it for a couple years now.” They looked at each other. “I guess I had hoped that Alyssa would. I fussed with the brake for a few minutes, and she said how hot it was getting in the sun. I told her I'd have to crawl under the car to see if I could release the cables. "Oh gosh NO....", she protested, "I'll simply have it towed to the shop." I asked her if she had a small pry bar in her garage, and she said she did. "Please get it for me, and I'll have you rolling in a bit," I reassured her. I watched as she walked up her drivway to the garage, and felt a bit of a hormonal twinge watching. And I was happy. An artist needs his solitude. In the hurley-burley that we choose to call society, the deeper voice of the soul cannot be heard. Man alone with nature, that’s the way it should be. Like Thoreau at Walden Pond, Hemingway battling it out with the marlin in the Gulf of Mexico, Amundsen eating his own huskeys to stay alive at the South Pole… Yuck, maybe not that last one. But you get the idea. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m no woman-hater. Far from it. While I was living in the city,.