D. arse-cunt. Plus a spattering of prostitutes having a night off. I had an okay time though I consumed more alcohol than usual and wasn't my usual 'l...ife-of-the-party' self. So by kicking out time I felt a tad dejected and wasn't looking forward to going home. I set off walking home and around half way home needed a piss. I'd already passed the local 'cottage', couldn't even be bothered to stop by to check out the cock action. Along the way there was a patch of grassland which had been the edge. He was about 30 and seemed to keep himself in shape. I saw him catch up with Sue and start talking to her. I decided to head down and follow to make sure Sue would be okay. By the time I got down to the beach I just managed to catch a glimpse of them heading over the sand dunes behind some bushes. As I got close to the bushes I could hear them talking. Keeping out of sight I managed to find a spot where I could see them but they couldn’t see me. As I peered through the bushes I got the surprise. How I hated nature for this inadequacy in man. Woman can go on for ages, but man is restricted to a short burst and then we usually have to wait a period before we can become active again. I am sure a woman would have designed the male body better. My argument that the deity shouldn't be called Mother Nature but Father Nature, for only a man could have made a cock-up (excuse the pun) of that design.This was the last point on my old life that is why I remembered this last week as it was. For as. ..It wasn't just the sex, although that had been great.More than great. They'd sat up and talked about ... everything. About her plane crash in the Himalayas, her problems with her father, Ben's time in the marines; how he'd decked his CO and spent almost a year in the brig before being dishonourably discharged. It wasn't like she was the only person in the world he'd slept with, but he could honestly say that he'd never been closer to a person or more intimate then he was last night with.