Even if Icould the satin gloves prevented me from gripping the silk scarf. My neighbour walked in front of me, held up a clear plastic bag of soggyloo...king cloths, looked me in the eyes and said "Open wide dear." "Nochance" I said defiantly. "Ok, a lesson needs to be taught. I say youobey." she said sternly. She reached into the bag a pulling out one ofthe cloths with one hand and with the other she grabbed my crotch andstarted massaging gently at first. I moaned through clenched teeth. [Initially my proximity sense was difficult to use, so I ignored it most of the time. When I wanted to use it, I'd briefly shut my eyes to block out the visual distractions. Over several days I got better at 'reading' the new sense. Soon I could leave my eyes open while I concentrated fairly hard on reading it. After some more days it steadily became just another sense. Your smell, hearing and sight don't conflict with each other; and nor did my proximity sense once I got used to it (admittedly. I liked her immediately.She spoke and she had a wonderful accent, Portuguese I think, maybe even Brazilian. She said, “I like your water. If you want a nice rainbow trout I’d suggest that you throw your line over there about seventy-five feet. If you can catch two of them I’ll stay for lunch.”I asked, “Do you drink beer?”She laughed and said, “No! I will just drink water from your lagoon.”I threw my line where she had said and I pulled a nice size trout in, then a second one. I cleaned them and. "Come now, I know you don't want this nice affair to be over so soon, do you now? That would be ruining the timing." She expertly used this opportunity to pause in her manipulations and let him get a hold of himself. "Now, that would be fucking up the timing, same as in business, like if you said to some client at lunch, 'come on and sign, right here, sign it and we can be on our way, ' before the guy is ready--and that isn't good business. Now you're not ready to go on your way yet, are you.