I went out with my camera and Canadian Press card and took pictures. A sergeant said: ‘No faces boss.’ Another time I’m in the Club Bar on Unive...sity Road. There’s a red-headed Queens sociology undergrad sitting nearby. There’s a Press Association guy at my table–a boring fucking Brit–flat affect–they live in personality-free zones. But I talkee talkee to this guy giving off these ‘I’m a shit hot foreign correspondent’ vibes to see if I can pique the redhead into a fuck. Around 11 she gets up. “Oh Terry I wish …..” and then she stopped. I didn’t say anything. I figured she wanted to say something but circumstances wouldn’t let her. I took it slowly and she moaned and kissed me constantly. I didn’t fuck her. I made love to her. Passionate and adoring as I made her shiver and shake. I was lost in the moment. When I finally came we both moaned in unison. We again fell asleep spooning.It was after 8am when we stirred again. I had already decided to give the gym a miss. I got up and. “Mmm, and you smell amazing,” he murmured into her ear, grinning at the sweet musky smell of her obvious arousal, as his hands slid up her thighs, across her hips and came to rest at her waist. “So good… it makes me want to kiss you and bite you and rub myself all over you.” She was paralysed with wanton need and her arms stayed loose at her sides. His hands drifted around to her back, and he squeezed her bottom, pulling her against him, while kissing her neck softly. She took deep breaths her. He was set. His Mother’s death had been hard, but he and his father pulled through all right. He had begged his dad to move back to New York after that – but stubborn and set in his ways, Mr. Moser decided to remain in his adopted state. Aaron could hardly believe his ears when he got the phone call only 6 months after his Mom’s passing, that his Dad was now gone as well. He had grieved, cried, and honored his father’s memory in all of the ways that he had been taught according to Jewish.