There are other things.”With consternation in her look she asked, “What would I want to hide from you about dinner last night?”“I don’t know... but I feel things with you, a sixth sense. Take my hand and hold it,” I said, smiling as I spoke, “look me in the eye, knowing my love… no our love, and answer again. Have you told me everything about dinner last night?”I gave her my right hand and kept my left hand on her clit. Gail looked at me for a long time, ten seconds felt like a minute. I was. The labored hiss of an old steam engine seemed to seep like muddy water around a blanket of darkness. The clicks and clacks of the huge machine picked up speed like a record picking up speed on an old Edison Gramophone. The sound slowly transformed into a faster, rhythmic, hissing sound with a soft clunk between each wheeze. A respirator? The sensation of nothingness overwhelmed. There was no hot or cold, only a soft numbness. He tried to speak – a simple thought. Where am I? He had no. "June grunted, disappointed, "Bullshit, I thought you didn't like those. Last I asked, you claimed you hated them." I do, you know they say you have to try things multiple times to make sure. Why are you even awake, I'd be sleeping like a baby after doing all the things I imagine with your girl."June couldn't stop the memories as their first encounter crossed his mind along with her in his room. He groaned thinking about her thighs, wondering if he should have pressed her against the tiled. Nothing.The tears start to fill Mark’s eyes again. ‘Why the hell am I so emotional?’ Mark chastises himself. He can’t help himself. Mark has never really cared about another person to any degree. Sure, his mates are his mates, but not someone in a romantic way. Lying in the tub feeling the hot water float over him, Mark goes back to that first Monday with Brian.oOoAll-day at work, Mark kept looking at his phone. He managed to get his work done, but he tried to think of something to text.