If she doesn't like it, I'll make her put on a dress and do her hair in ringlets and sit her on a stool. But I doubt that will happen." All right. I'l...l handle the emails. What else needs to be done?" The shipping tape around the borders of the murals. It's going to be pretty tough for you to do by yourself. Laurie's good in the idea department but she's not big enough to help. I don't want to hire someone I don't know because it needs to be done right. Once that tape's on, you can't pull it. I knew my neighbor Frank across the across the building could see me and that was fine. Frank was a pale gingers, about 6’2 , white, and looked very middle aged. Every time Frank and I interacted he had a twinkle in his blue eyes. We would see each other at the mailboxes or the small convenient in our building and politely make small talk. But each time we “bumped” in each other, Frank would find a way to somehow rub against me or brush against my chubby round bottom. Each time Frank would. A few minutes later I was at Marci's."Barry, what are you doing here?" she asked when she answered my knock."I heard you were in need of a repairman and I wasn't busy. So lead me to the garbage disposal."The boys were right. The sink was full of crud and the disposal didn't work. I hit the reset button and it ran but nothing went down the drain. I was busy taking all the things out from under the sink."Barry, you don't need to do this. I was going to call a plumber." Marci, you need the help. We knew where one another lived and worked. We could have just turned up and said hello, but we were strict.And we introduced another little tweak: we'd stay celibate for a week before we met. No orgasms, solo or with other people. No playing, no touching, no release...It was hell but it was good. It's been a long time since I genuinely felt frustrated and desperate for a totally kinky fuck.Then the evening came round that we were to meet. Phone calls were exchanged. Champagne was chilled. And.