Years ago I would have looked out of that atrium and felt the hum of life: laughter, debate, pain, lust, love, joy and confusion, but in some kind of ...ontext that ended with my continuing to see the general pleasure in existence. Now I was trying desperately to connect to the lives all around me, their meaning and spark.She came out of the elevator lugging a suitcase, with a briefcase and a laptop slung somewhat precariously over her shoulder. Even from fifty feet away I could tell the Logan. As I thought about it, I wet my finger in pushed it in past the ring of my rectum into it’s inner depths. Now this was at a time, where homosexuality wasn't accepted as things are today. Nobody admitted to being gay, in fact, I really didn’t even know too much about it other than it was two guys that had sex with each other and nobody approved of such things. Heck, I didn’t even know much about what sex was as my parents basically told me it was something you did when you got married. But as I. She mercifully pulls her hand out but starts to tug down yourpyjama bottoms, pulling them over your padded backside. Shit. If she looksdown...!You hear the front door slam. You must have missed the sound of a car.Kate's home. Fuck. Fuck. You withdraw your finger and scramble to fixyourselves and the bed, pulling up your pyjamas and your tops and neateningup the duvet.You lie together, breathing heavily in the darkness for what seems likeforever. You listen to the creaking, the moving, the. Is that it, sir?" the madam asked, looking up from her notes. "Um...well." Nothing wrong with that at all! I know the perfect woman who will fit that description. Her name is Eva. You will love her. Give me a few minutes and I'll have her ready for you right away."*** Fifteen minutes later the madam led Paul to a closed door and handed him a key. "This is it," she said. "Eva in ready and waiting for you. You have all night with her. Enjoy."Paul watched as the madam walked away and then turned.