A short while passed, and Miss Buxton had joined the two men. They explained the situation to her, slightly glum. "so we have absolutely no water anyw...ere?" Miss Buxton asked. "seems like it. We've had a word with the utility suppliers, and they're on their way to sort it out" Bertie replied. "and how long will it take?" she added. The two men looked at each other and muttered. "we have no idea" Alf replied. Miss Buxton sighed. "we suggested shutting the bathrooms down until we've sorted. He could remember a ledge, and clouds, but very little else. The haze of passing dream memory made her even more attractive as his wakening mind tried to recreate the lushness of their acts together.He finally rose from bed, and happily relished the fact of today as a holiday. Looking at the clock, he could tell he'd slept a sinful extra half hour to almost 8:00 AM.He leaned against the wall in the shower. The water flowed in little waterfalls over his shoulders, arms, and chest. This sensation. ” I told him.I could see the pained look of hesitation on his face and could tell he was struggling with it, “I don’t know Celeste, I don’t do well around other people.”I found out later that I was right too! The idea of having to ‘pretend’ to be the boyfriend of the one woman in his life he had ever met that was the very embodiment of the girl of his dreams seemed like cruel torture to him. My woman’s intuition told me that he would do it anyway.“If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it. He liked to vary it up from time to time, but typically the firstentry of every morning in his calendar would read "Ally's oralpresentation" and the afternoons would read "Ally's back doorreception." The double entendres weren't subtle, but at the very leastthey would pass public inspection on the off chance someone saw hiscalendar. These scheduled sessions always involved giving him pleasurethough, and while I performed my job dutifully, he never let me cumduring these times.But once a week,.