When he turned back around in the old man's direction, the hallway was strangely empty.'Funny - I never heard a door shut behind him' Andrew thought.H...e took the last few steps to Apartment 3C, and pressed the bell. There was no answer. Andrew waited for what he thought was a polite amount of time, and then pressed the bell again, this time more insistently. Andrew was starting to get angry.Andrew turned, crestfallen, and began to trudge his way back down towards his car, when he heard the soft. The sexual chemistry was there and we both knew it. She told me that she loved how naughy and kinky I was. That she never had a man be so attentive and passionate toward her most intimate spots. I told her that it was a pleasure and that it has always been one of my dirtiest fantasies. I let her do her thing, and had a couple of drinks while I watched. She would smile and bat her eyes at me from time to time, and I loved that. Once again, she took me home with her when she got off work. We were. Assuming she still wasn't putting out (with thin walls, there are no secrets), he'd come home and watch porn on his laptop until about midnight, masturbate, and then go to sleep. But not tonight. Tonight, I would interrupt him. I'd wait for the tell-tale sounds that he was close, then yell at him through the hole before he could finish. It wasn't anything that I hadn't heard before, and I certainly wouldn't have to look. It really seemed almost poetic, in a way, to use the same hole that he had. " No it wasn't," the nurse protested. "In fact, I'm still not sure I heard you right."Nola knew that the nurse wanted him to repeat whatever it was because she had needed a moment to formulate an answer that might satisfy him."I said," and he smiled down at her and took her gently by the elbow, "how often do you masturbate? It's a simple enough question."'Yeah, ' thought Nola, 'and one that can open all sorts of possibilities.'And she strained to hear the answer."You really want to know?" Yes,.