"What were you thinking about when you touched yourself before? Yes, you said about me. You must have known I would find that immensely flattering."I ...ad been thinking about him watching the deepest secrets of my desire for him. His emphasis of 'immensely' brought to mind something of his which might be affected, and my face flushed hotly."Just remember those things you found pleasing, and relax.”His voice was calming and so sexy to my ears. As if following a reopened internal script, my hands. She was getting ready to leave somewhere, gracefully sliding down her long driveway. From over the fence, I had watched her lock the front door behind her, and fumble in her handbag. Starting to walk, she had run a lazy hand through her wavy hair.She stopped now, where our two driveways met, her face crinkling into a smile. I read mischief in every contour of her face as she stood there, in a dark blue maxi dress, a long split up the side. Perhaps it was slightly scandalously cut, exposing that. ‘That’s the problem.’ ‘That’s a problem?’ He appreciated the change in her tone and went back to the bar, pouring a refill for himself. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so insensitive.’ ‘You couldn’t have known.’ ‘It’s just that … I thought that the pretty people always got what they wanted.’ ‘Not in my case.’ He sat back down with a heavy sigh. ‘I seem to attract women who either want to fuck me or spend my money or both.’ ‘And a woman wanting to fuck you is a problem?’ ‘It is when there’s no. I paused, wondering who it couldpossibly be. When I opened the door, I was stunned to see a beautifulwoman standing there. She had shoulder length red hair and asplattering of freckles on her cheeks."I think you have the wrong room," I told her."I think not," the woman said with an Irish accent. "I'm here lookingfor you John."I froze at that, my eyes going wide at the mention of my name."How...?" Perhaps we should speak inside," the woman suggested. "Where we'llhave a little privacy."The.