He noticed that his pace had fallen off briefly, so he grabbed the back of Jennifer's head, drew his hips back, and slammed her forward into the pillo... again. He held it inside her until she finished moaning, and then began screwing her at a frantic pace, their hips smacking together with a militant rhythm."Mmmph! Mmph! Fuh meee, fmmph mmmm, cammmon!" Jennifer screamed into the pillow.Hearing a muffled "Cameron" snapped his mind back into place, got him thinking about whether there was even a. He smiled and said, "That was part of the deal anyway. I'll seal it this afternoon. It will be dry by five. You'll like it. I'll seal it with a pure white sealer. Oil won't stain it and it's easy to wash."He left and I got ready to leave. The doorbell rang. From habit I looked out to see Sarah Perkins."Hi, Sarah, what brings you here?" The contractor who just completed some work for you is bidding on some work on my condo. I thought I might catch you and look at his work."I thought this was a. ” She stopped, looked intrigued, turned on one heel and walked out on the terrace. I followed and we plopped down at a table. She looked at me expectantly. The terrace is a special place; especially on a fall, football Saturday. The ambiance is exciting, the sun is gorgeous, and the smell of the brats cooking is mouthwatering. We got two big steins of beer. I clinked mugs and said “Prost!” She was looking at me with amusement.There was an attractive older couple sitting next to us. They were. “I’ve got to go.” I hung my bag on my arm and walked past him. * * * * I wandered blindly through another couple weeks, barely conscious of what was going on around me. In the meantime, I had discovered a passion in 19th century poetry. I was reading everything from Mathilde Blind’s The Heather on Fire to Johann Wolfgang von Goethe’s Ode to a Friend. I read two books a week, sometimes more. I was consumed in the reflection and emotions of the poems. At times I didn’t make it out of the library.