But what of Heather? I came to Montauk to see her. After all, it had been her note that had pulled me out of my long funk, however indirectly. I had h...pes of hanging out with her. If I got back together with Julie, it would be hard to find the time to see Heather, let alone explain to Julie why I was hanging out with another girl.I looked at Julie in the fading light. She had no makeup on and her hair was loosely done up into a ponytail, a few loose strands framing her face so wonderfully. She. It was amazing and I still remember it vividly after all these years. I remember thinking then, what was all the fuss about sex? If anything makes you feel this good, why is it bad? I set myself a lifetime goal of being a sexual explorer. To go wherever my interests took me and to not judge others for their interests. To always have an open mind and find someone wonderful to explore with. Well, I've for the most part kept to that. When I was a teenager my hormones went nuts. I literally did try. Ever since lunch, her naughty and increasingly exhibitionist side had taken control. She had kept the Ben Wa balls inside her pussy for all of her last two classes and still had them inside her now. She was on such an erotic high that it seemed every move she made, every single step she took around the classroom, she almost reached a climax. Almost, but not quite. It was delightfully maddening. She wondered how it was possible her fifth and sixth period students didn't notice anything odd.. My ultimate fear is that I will never experience the glory of birth. I have been a workaholic, focused on my job for so long. The city has been built, but sadly no one of my kind lives in it. I know if I do not act fast, I could die in my mansion which I worked so hard for, alone. The company which I work for planned on sending me to Mozambique to seal the deal on some staplers for a small tribe in the central confines of the country. I would be lying if I wasnt planning other activities.
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