Connie and I had a beer. Okay, well I had a couple more actually. I honestly can’t remember why everyone else disappeared, but they did. I think Sli... and Cory went back to the Junior College dorms and Mike probably went over to see his honey. I vaguely remember him slapping me in the side, saying ‘Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.’ So all of a sudden, there I am alone, with Connie and a third of a keg of beer. Wanna know what happened then? (I nodded.) Well she didn’t want no more beer, and. I always liked to give Benjy a little attention, and occasionally he responded by lifting his head, although he didn’t often stand up straight. I had no difficulty at all in accepting that was the way anarchists behave, and the unpredictability made it all the more interesting. When he did decide to play we joined together so happily as our bodies seemed naturally compatible in every way. We both liked to massage and be massaged, so that was another lovely thing to share.Sitting one evening in. I could also feel his balls slapping against me, evidence of a full stroke. The ancient bed kept time with his efforts, the metal squeaking as 'B' picked up his intensity. I continued to shout those words as his pace quickened. The constant battering pushed me against the forward frame. He grabbed my hips for leverage, and with a firm grip, pushed himself in to a depth that made me cry out. Then I felt it. An unexpected, high pressure rush of heat shot inside me, filling me up. The coldness. “EEerrrrmmmm” I could imagine Brain squirming and sure enough I got a private IM saying, “I don’t think she is like that and I am not sure I can do it?”“He has really fancied making love on line with a woman but he cannot type very fast you know just like you and I are slow. So I wondered if you dare that is.”Pat said but that twinkle was still in her eye.“Trish I never said that,” Brian was really back peddling now Pat knew it too so answered “OK you two have fun I will speak tomorrow Brian.