And then he was in streets filled with shrieking young men and women whose inhibitions were lost to alcohol and drugs. The choice was then between sit...ting in a desolate antique pub that sought to attract custom with gourmet lunches and imported lagers or more modern establishments where he was wedged in by the youth of Rickmansworth and unlikely to find a comfortable seat."It's crap here, isn't it?" Alex heard one day when he'd ventured inside a pub that from outside had initially seemed. Do you understand what I mean by all three of us. Would you like that?” She opened her legs wider to admit exploring hands.He just nodded at her. She was dominating him already. “We are going to use that fuck machine of yours. We’ll talk to you when all this is over.”She suddenly broke away from the crowd and moved directly to Tina’s gaping cunt. She knelt before her daughter but spoke rather to her cunt. “Im, sorry baby, were you looking forward to that beautiful stiff truncheon.“Mmm-hmmm.”. Feeling very wobbly in the knees, I nonetheless obeyed. “Do you want to FUCK me?” she asked staring lustily into myeyes. I swallowed hard and answered “YES”. “Well, then why don’t you,” she said. “Because I’m a dedicated professional, and I don’t want to getinvolved with my clients” I told her, swallowing hard. “By the bulge in your pants, I don’t think you’re committed tothat”, she said, untying . ”She bit her lip, smiled naughtily and looked about to see that the security guard was out of earshot.“It’s an orgasm.”I almost found my way through my own maroon mist and to the yellow light at that moment.We continued on, me bullshitting my way, she interpreting every painting as being about sex. Was she a cruel mirage? A ghost that haunted the gallery, coaxing erections from patrons? Or just some cray little nymph who got her kicks this way?We sat on some leather seats. I saw the security.