I knew he was there, and as I lay on my towel I could imagine him stroking himself, as I did, until one day the frustration became too much and I call...ed out for him to come out and lie with me.He emerged from the undergrowth and not surprisingly naked, clutching his clothes, and barely hiding his affection for me.'You want to fuck me', I asked him as he towered over me, and I spread my legs as wide as I could, to show him my openness and where to put his cock, moments later I was gasping and. ”“Aggie,” Emily asked, “what’s the color code for the transfer rooms? Tan and purple? And what’s the prime number?”“Light tan floors and a creamy light purple carriage, just as the lesson described. And there are two tumblers in each carriage. The left dial has twenty-four positions and the right dial twenty-eight. See what I mean Emily? The tumblers are correct for it too.”Emily worked and got her laughter under control. “Yeah, it all fits. So the total number of carriages is 24 x 28 + 1. It took so long, she contends, because her husband was in town. Either way, it's probably good he travels and travels far. As they say, out of sight out of mind. I debated forever what would be the best thing to wear so that the fly would come willingly to the spider and finally decided on some hip hugger jeans and a low cut blouse I own. I have to say I was relishing all this build up. For a long time I was the one that felt like I was being prepared for some sexual sacrifice and now I was in. It's there, written on her face just like last time. Except, last time instead of hatred, there was guilt. "I've missed you," I say, wanting to hear her say the same but I know better than that. "Why are you doing this?" she asks, her voice breaking on the last word. "You can't do this, not to me, and certainly not Liz, David." I wipe her tears and kiss her sweetly. "I know," I say, feeling torn between the two friends. "What do you want from me, David?" "I want you. Just you," I say, staring.