The moving van just left. All my belongings are locked, loaded, and on their way to the new digs, thank god,” she said with measured excitement and ...elief. “Just gotta lock things up and drop the key off with the landlord.”“Meet you this afternoon at your place for the unpacking party, right?”“Yeah, we start with the chardonnay and don’t stop unpacking."As she approached her apartment, she paused and looked towards Vasily’s door. It was unusually silent from within. She hadn’t bothered to stop. To his delight one wall was covered with hood hair dryers and the airinside was heavy with the smells of his childhood observed hair sessions- perm lotion, setting lotion, hairspray. He felt almost light-headed asthe smells invaded his nostrils and started to trigger a wealth ofdifferent emotions within himself.The woman dragged him through the salon, through a door at the rear ofthe shop, up a small staircase and into some kind of office come storeroom. She sat in the only chair in the room. My stomach had butterflies so I called Shannon. She came over and spent the night. We talked til it was very late. She always knew that I liked Vince. She told me that if it felt right, then I should go for it. She told me there wasn't any reason to be nervous. We then made love and fell asleep. Vince picked me up and we went to eat before the movie. The conversation was fun. He was very funny and playful. We then went to the movie. During the movie, our hands made contact. . . I pretend it’s a hard cock and start moving it in and out of my dark steamy hole. I really want some cock! I go online and put an ad on Craigslist with my address in code and the line my front door is unlocked, and my backdoor is is wide open. Then I wait to see if anyone is smart enough. After an hour or so I start to drift off, then I hear the front door open, I pull my pjs down to my knees and lay on my stomach pretending to be asleep. He comes into my room and I can hear him breathing.