“And what time are you going home?” I asked. She smiled shyly and shrugged her shoulders. “This is something you want to do isn’t it?” I a...sked her. “I mean, you are not doing it just to please your husband?” She shook her head, “Oh no. It is something I have thought about seriously. I have always wondered what it would be like with another man.” “And what do you expect to happen?” She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know. Never done anything like this before.” She was nervous and looking. The walk burned up the entire afternoon. I found an astrological book store and browsed around, but realized that I didn't have the money to spare to buy any books. I continued strolling, all the way downtown, taking my coat off to relieve the August heat. The Manhattan rush hour roared all around me, but I seemed to wander, hearing none of it.I couldn't believe it: I was in New York City, and I was bored!Friday, 5:50 P.M.I made my way to the small park on the corner of 27th Street and. Upon reaching it she frantically knocked, only for her fears to be confirmed as she heard a hesitant "I-I'm almost done!" from inside. She couldn't wait.She desperately looked around, doing a bit of a potty dance as she tried to think of anything that could help her out of this situation. Before she could come up with anything, though, she felt the all too familiar warmth begin to spread between her legs. She froze in place, only managing to look down to see the large wet patch forming on her. Sally was waiting for Valerie, naked and on her hands and knees just behind their front door. Valerie lifted her, hugged and kissed her, and got her ankle-length down-filled coat. ‘Put on boots, sweetheart, it’s mucky outside, and get into your coat. It’s time.’ Valerie took Sally down to Memorial, parked her Lexus at the far end of the lot. They entered through a side door. The security guard asked them to wait, as he called Dr Helen Waston to meet them. As they waited, Valerie found Joe.