She'd gotten up and gone to the restroom and sat on thetoilet lid until she got her temper under control. "I must not use mypower in anger. I must n...t use my power in anger. I must not use mypower in anger..." Twenty or thirty repetitions of this mantra later,she went back to her booth, to learn from her friends that the abusivedrunk guy had started to get violent, and been firmly ejected by acouple of waiters even bigger than he -- followed closely by hisdoormat girlfriend."Well," Nat. “Are you still okay, Sweetie?”She paused her tale and paused stroking me. As we lay staring at each other I smiled and nodded. Nicola grinned and rolled onto her back and tugged at me to move over. She then guided me into her warm, welcoming body.“Seems like you’re enjoying the memory?”She looked a little bashful when she replied, "Sorry, but it was a hell of a turn-on and knowing you don't condemn me for it, is also, weirdly, quite a turn-on too. Please move slowly so that I can get through. I had just come off the phone to Ronni for some reassurance.I took a few deep breaths and tried to settle my nerves.About 10 minutes before I had had to end a disasterous encounter with a ghastly little wastrel called Dan. It had gone badly....it could have gone worse, but it seemed bad enough at the time.What happened was...and its all laid out in probably too much detail in the first instalment of my second gay encounter - Close Encounters of the Second Time: The First second Time...sorry,. Lately we had taken to trying different things as the thought hit one or the other of us. This change in practice was bought about when Virginia was taking a can of tomato sauce down. A second can started to fall on her and I mentally pushed it off towards the counter but I was so excited, the can was actually pushed hard enough to dent the wall directly under the cabinet, much to our surprise.After that we practiced using objects for distraction and later to hit items. We felt this might come.