If he wasn't working he also went to the local gym. So over the years I saw less and less of Paul. I had met Paul after finishing high school and was... just nineteen. I had been a virgin. I got a job as a secretary of a construction company where I met Paul. He asked me out and we were soon an item. During that year of dating I began working out at the same gym Paul went to and was soon in great shape myself and even being only conservatively dressed I got a lot of whistles when Paul wasn't. I saw a beautifully lit fireplace in front of a velvet couch. I walked over and sat down. He followed and sat right next to me.“so how was your day?” he struggled for conversation“tiring babe, I went shopping. I had to walk up nd down for hours” I said in a subtle baby voice and started to pout.“your feet hurt?”“mhm” I kicked off my heels and placed my feet on his lap. He got the hint and started massaging my feet. His hands were really big but surprisingly soft. It was so relaxing, I started. I palpated her swollen and extremely painful right forearm, and could feel that her right ulna, the biggest bone in the forearm, was broken. Luck was with me, at least as it felt like a clean break. For it to be such a clean break, she must have wacked her arm across a branch or rock as she fell and she was lucky she didn’t break the radius as well. It might be cracked, but at least it was aligned. If not it would be a compound fracture, requiring more sophisticated treatment than I could. After a few drinks, I found myself wanting her to touch my hand, my arm, my leg, or anything else she wanted. The more I looked at her the more I wanted to be with her. I was also taking opportunities to touch her and make her aware of what she was doing to me.The conversation eventually turned to dating and sex. Now I was really getting worked up. She told me about this guy she had dated for 2 years, and that he had recently left her for someone else. She went into great detail about how great.