"Hease groaned. He stretched. Text appeared before his eyes as he heardCheri2's voice."Awake? Good. I've been trying to wake you for 43 minutes. Rattl...e thatass. The shuttle leaves in 17."Hease tapped his specs to see the time.He'd fallen asleep at his work station again. Playing Slavering 2."Baka," Cherry said and texted. "I just told you the time. Move. Splashhair tonic on that comb-over. Brush your teeth. You reek. Grab a toasterpop. You can shave on the bus."Since when did he have a. I found myself, three times, holding a beautiful woman in my arms, naked and gentle moving against me, as she felt the space, felt the touch of others or the sounds of the dark room. Without any words spoken she guided me to hold her where she would gain most pleasure from the encounter. We breathed together - and in one case, with just my hold and our breathe, she came with a beautiful sense of joy and release. It felt so right to hold her. Not to touch her inner folds. Just to allow her to be. If she would deign to come he’d take her there, and if she wouldn’t, oh well, then he had at least tried. Then he booked a table at his favourite restaurant. He sat down to write her a letter in which he explained about the concert. He would come to the village and wait at the village pond for her for twenty minutes from three thirty onwards. If she preferred not to see him again he would understand. Then he sighed deeply and looked at the calendar. It would be a bloody long couple of weeks.. Of course I heard the names of the girls at school I worshipped and the boys talking about how they ‘got on’ next day, and while I didn’t want to know about that I did feel a nice sort of humiliation that those blokes were dating and trying it on, whereas my evenings were all about my mags, views out my window, and my hand on my knob – exactly as they are to this day. I did see covers of porn mags in the Soho shops on my regular trips, and saw some odd scenes (odd to me) which I couldn’t quite.