Academic success, sporting prowess, my new body and my excellence at this new fad, lifted my self-confidence, but by the time I finished Uni, I was st...ll a virgin, and had not progressed any further in sexual accomplishment than Pat had allowed me.A year at Teaching College followed. Discipline was applied almost as much as it had been at school. We could not permit behaviour of tomorrow's teachers to sink to the low levels of deviates who practiced streaking, let alone hamboning. So even this. ?Ken was in London that day because I bumped into him and his girlfriend in Harrods, so I ask again. Who were you with???Honey, please let me out of here and we can discuss this through.??What is there to discuss??The Hood.The next time that she came to the cellar she was in her jeans and a loose knitted top. In one hand was a large shopping bag, in the other was a box cutter. She wore flat soled trainers and her hair was pulled back into a long plait.I looked up hopefully as she came to the. Someone recently asked me how often i fucked my ass and how long for but when i told them the honest truth they didnt believe me, so to try to make sure anyone who reads this believed me im going to shorten the actual time . So 3 days each week, all year, is 156 days that ive fucked myself with my dildo. Im going to say that each time lasted 4hours ( in actual fact it was much longer, as anyone who has watched me on skype will tell you). So 156 × 4 = 624 . 624 hours with my dildo sliding in. She didn't show up for our date.I drove home and took off my tie and flopped down in my big chair in the living room. What a let down. Was this what I could look forward to? Being jerked around in the attempt to find a woman who would be compatible? I let out a sigh and wondered why she didn't at least let me know that she wasn't going to meet with me.Of course, when the brain goes to sleep, it misses things. Things like, she didn't have my phone number. Like most media people, we have unlisted.