The major change was breakfast. I worked the graveyard shift and when I was married I would come home and my wife would have breakfast ready for me. A...fter she split I didn't feel like cooking for just myself so I started stopping at the café for my morning meal. The first morning I stopped there I was sitting in a booth with my head stuck into the menu when a voice said, "Today's specials are two eggs, corned beef hash and toast for $5.95 or a look at my tits for a yet to be determined sum." I. In that, at least, given her views at that point, she was correct.I had not considered a name for the mechanism and so was unable to introduce it with a grandiose flourish. Instead I just led her towards it. In essence it has the form of a chair in which the subject is seated. The chair is mounted, like the parts of an orrery, on rails and gimbals so that it and its occupant, can be rotated through all three planes. At my invitation a reluctant Nicola seated herself on the metal ringed. The sounds of the Quarter at night were lost on both of them as he took her hand and led her around the corner from the restaurant, onto one of the dark north-south streets. They walked a slow pace down about half a block, his hand running slowly up and down her back, all the way up to her neck, then down her thigh, brushing her panties under the dress as his hand rode back up on the return trip. She shivered, her usual reaction to his touch. When they first met, he was a bit put off by her. ." was all she said for a while, over and over, breathless, lolling back as though drained of all energy. Then, "That's never happened before."Moving up beside her, I couldn't help the curiosity: "Really?" I didn't think boys like to -- you know."We edged closer to me, turning to face away from me so that I could spoon up against her."Some do," I said. "With the right person."She let out a little satisfied sigh, almost a mew. "I've never felt anything like it. It was the most amazing feeling.".