The waiting room, a square whitewashed block with a counter against the back wall, was noisy and full. The brightness and white glare of the walls, pa...nted constantly to cover up the graffiti the hoodlums would scribble while bored, made the place look like a hospital. The smell of the newly painted surfaces crawled into the sinuses of everybody that entered.Standing behind the counter in the reception area, a bored looking sergeant was booking in two youths for joyriding in stolen motors.. To alleviate the periodic spells of writers block I started writing short stories as well, the problem was that they then took over and it was the novel which went on the back burner. It got to the point where I hated being interrupted, so I was not best pleased one day when the phone rang. I didn’t recognise the number as it was a mobile number. I picked up the phone and said. ‘Hello?’ ‘Jack. It’s Becky.’ Her voice sounded tentative, as if she wasn’t sure of the reception she would get. ‘Hi,. I bring my lips to hers and whisper, "Now, my love, how shall we go?" with a gentle kiss. We hold for a moment, eye to eye, as she ponders. Her hands snake into my short hair and she kisses me hard, then whispers in my ear, "Make love to me like you mean it, like I deserve it."I give her a warm smile. "Absolutely. I wouldn't have it any other way. Now close your eyes, cast out everything from your mind, and open yourself only to the pleasure you feel."I begin slowly. Kisses and whispers, little. It's a joy to talk to you and you feel just right in my arms. If we make love, this is serious and will require a commitment to each other. Up to this point, we could part with a tearful good-bye. That will no longer be true." I don't want to part, period. Al, I don't know for sure if I'm in love but this is what I do know."I quiver every time I see you. Your smile and your eyes captivate me. Your kisses make me hot. Your voice sounds delightful to my ears. For the first time in my life, I feel.