Someday, I hope to write a novel. I just have to find the right story. That’s the hard part.’ Eric trailed off laughing, but stopped when the blon...e failed to find any interest in his answer. ‘Mister Rupert, what sort of …umm…social things do you do? You know, things that two people can do? Like on a date.’ ‘Well, I suppose I enjoy movies. Eating out.’ Eric paused in thought. ‘Well you see, it’s kind of hard for me to say what I enjoy doing on a date. I haven’t exactly had too many of them.’. He quickly locked the door, thinking it’s the safer thing to do. He tried to help her up but she pushed away, crying. He kept asking what was wrong and she kept saying no, please don’t kill me, I’m not cold. He tried to calm her, he gave her some water and she accepted it and sat next to the couch on the floor still shivering. He asked her what happened and she stared crying again, he held her hand and said its gonna be okay, I’m here, not knowing what he would be up against, all he knew was. It was 6:15 on a Friday night. Everybody else had left at five, but she was stuck in the office waiting for the financial reports to FTP down to her PC from the mainframe so that she could paste them into an Excel spreadsheet and email it to all the department managers. The stupid geeks were having a problem getting the mainframe job to run, something about a misplaced "DD" statement, whatever that meant.She nibbled on her salad and sipped on her coffee while she tapped her fingers on her desk.. "What about Barry?" Mark asked."Oh, fuck Barry. It's you I want!" I replied, squeezing his semi-hard penis. "This is your bed now, not his!"Mark stretched his arms and placed them behind his head, with a smug expression."I like the sound of that", he replied.I cuddled into his muscular body, vaginal bush rubbing against his leg."So, when do you want to, you know, meet again?" Mark asked."Well," I replied. "Daniel and Barry are here all of tomorrow, but I could tell them that I am going out with.