“What about you, huh? He murmurs, “You scared of what I’m going to do to you now?”I can’t speak, I don’t trust my voice, fear twists my in...ides and after a beat, I look down and give a quick little nod.“Hmm,” he says, somewhere between a laugh and a word, “You should be, Irish.”We don’t make it to the bedroom. Hell, we barely make it to the sofa. I try to get on my knees, our favored position, but he turns me round and pushes me down on my back. I don’t want it like this. I don’t want him to. There are a lot more advantages to dating a guy who’s good with his hands than knowing he can make you cum with one finger. For Christmas, I’m asking for bookshelves. (Joke.)So I’m looking at my Dalek. I’m caressing my Dalek. I’m stroking his eyestalk and waggling his ... they’re not arms, are they? One is a long stick that looks a bit like a toilet plunger, and the other is a death dealing ray gun. And if undo this clasp and lift up his top section, I can climb inside, then lose the lid. ”“Well,” I took a deep breath and let out a relaxing sigh, “as I told you, I was married for 19 years to my Junior High school sweetheart. I have tried to have relationships since then, and even got married again, but I could not love them. I guess that I am still in love with her; so sex just stopped being fun for me.”“But sometimes sex is just sex. Sex can be a recreation. Sex is not love and love is not sex. When I was 17, I thought I was in love and I was at a party and got drunk and wanted. Feeling the time was right for her to explore Katie a little more sheasked her quietly" So was it the boy at the bar on Saturday or thewaitress that interested you more honey?" Running her hand gently overKatie's back. She felt Katie stiffen slightly before she whispered " Itcertainly wasn't the boy Tricia.The girl was lovely but at the end of heday, I am a boy ..sort of..in girls clothes and I doubt girls would likeme in that way". Once again her heart went out to her ward, at least shenow.