“Oh dear, you are still excited” I said.Goldie looked at me and I swear he smiled. “You are so lovely” I said and again looked at his extended...cock. “Could I?” I wondered “could I play with it?” I knelt down beside him and touched his cock. He didn’t seem to move. I began stroking it and again he just laid there. It was obvious that he was used to being handled by Mrs Walden. “Do you like that boy?” I whispered “do you like me playing with your cock?” He made no attempt to move or stop me. This. .. hmm ... my Courtesan, that's what you are. That's my name for you, Courtesan. I love you. No matter how frustrated or angry I get, I will never hurt you. I won't take my anger out on you. Think what that would make me. I'd just be an abuser. Please help me never become that. But what you are offering me is a treasure beyond anything I could imagine. To offer to hold me when I'm crying? Courtesan, thank you. To listen to me when I need to talk? Courtesan, thank you. To love me when I am weak?. In fact, he was sipping at his second cup of coffee within a half-hour period. Sipping and thinking, as he sat at his laboratory desk on the ground floor of the Harshman Research Foundation.He was intoxicated with his first truly genuine success in the act of sexual intercourse with a lustily responsive partner. And she was a beautiful, lusciously ripe girl, too.After years of frustration, he had made it good. Good? Hell, he had come on like Gangbusters, Batman, and Errol Flynn all rolled. . Love you too. Bye.”Debbie looked at the calendar and circled the first weekend in November, hoping that Jim would be able to come up. She missed him more than she really wanted to admit. The past summer was the best she’d had since her husband had been killed. She had warned Jim not to fall in love with her, but what about her feelings for him?“Follow your own advice, Debbie,” she murmured to herself as she took another sip of tea and thought about what to do next. She picked up the telephone.