She didn’t masturbate and probably didn’t even know how to. She was the ultimate spinster, in the truest sense and would probably never be any dif...erent.But that was all about to change.John was just twenty-two, married already with a young child and an immature wife. They lived in a council flat in a converted house. He was a struggling carpenter, self-employed, working for an agency. The pay was okay, but the hours were killing, often twelve or more, which kept him out of the home and out. Why don't you come with me and I show you a good time?" What? I'm sorry but you've got the wrong impression. I am not into women!" Even better! I enjoy turning little straight girls like you into docile lesbian slaves!"Evelyn felt intimidated but also a bit aroused by her words. Still she decide it was best to make things clear."Listen, I am straight. I have a boyfriend I love very much! Now, if you will excuse me, I will be off to the toilet!"Evelyn stood up and headed to the toilet. As Evelyn. She could pick up a wonderful piece of chick lit and have an easy afternoon immersed in the world of another woman’s fun, problems and escapades. At least it would put an end to the chat in her head circling like a shark trying to drag her down. However the man’s continual, open unapologetic stare pierced her thoughts. Confused, Sasha self-consciously ran a hand softly over her mouth to ensure no coffee foam, or smudged lipstick added further to her humiliating day. Satisfied her fly wasn’t. Asimov had hardly been in hyperspace for six hours when a voice broke the stillness in the Barcino CIC that followed the alarm announcing a ship exiting hyperspace. "Good day, Azahar Control. This is Will-o-Wisp requesting approach vectors and orbit clearance."The young lieutenant manning the CIC released the breath that he hadn't realized he was holding as he silenced the alarm. He found his voice and replied, "Will-o-Wisp, you are cleared for a standard approach and orbit a kilometer outside.