It was easy to find a place; the northern half of my floor was an unrented space that mirrored the one occupied by my company. The door was never lock...ed, so I went in there once and found a large empty space without cubicles and offices lining the outside walls.Those empty offices were where I found the release for my sexual discontent. I would kneel or stand in one with my tube of Vaseline or hand cream, and imagine all the experiences I figured I had missed along the way. As I was approaching. "Okay, mom, who is it this time?" as I smiled.She went in the house and brought out a guest. "Do you remember Kathy who used to live next door?" My mom was really smiling.How could I ever forget Kathy? She was my childhood sweetheart from about age six to age fourteen. Then her mom died and she and her dad moved away. I was remembering back when she had left. I felt so bad. I was just a kid who lost his girlfriend. I remembered how we would kiss and she would let me touch her boobs. We never. She expelled her breath, grimacing, and groaning. She made to get out from under him, but she wasn’t working that hard and he had her tightly gripped and his weight on her.He took those great, full boobs in his mouth and began sucking, not being too gentle about it, putting his teeth into it from time to time. After a bit he traded off with slapping them back and forth. He leaned forward, putting his torso on her chest, his face inches from hers. ?I know what you want, I know. You don’t. At work he's hard-driving, atough, decisive administrator with a huge staff and enormousresponsibilities, a strong man who gets things done and solvesimpossible problems. So of course when he gets home he'sexhausted, he needs to unwind utterly from the day's tensions. Sohe decided very early that when he arrives home he wants to walkinto another world. One where everything is decided for him, wherehe can completely surrender his mind and will and heart and souland feel altogether cared for. A.