My roommate was not the only sex I had, either. There was the 'SSS' day once a week which stood for 'Sunday Shower Sex.' Here's how it worked.At seven...o'clock on Sunday evening, the women who wanted sex went down to the showers and each one went into a stall, closed the door, then threw a towel over the door to signal that the stall was occupied.Then at ten after seven, any guy wanting sex would show up in the coed shower room and enter a stall with a towel on it. So, you never knew who you. You hear me, kid?”Yippieeeeeeeee!I proved my worth many times over with my own keen interpretation of which companies’ values were on the rise and which were going to tank in short order. Ours was a high-turnover business, with lesser talents disappearing overnight. Bob Martin, one of my fellow analysts, made the observation our boss was dumb as a post himself when it came to market dynamics. His true talent lay in surrounding himself with real savants such as ourselves, jettisoning the ones. She still wore actual pajamas with the button-down shirt, the kind I had once enjoyed slowly unbuttoning in the morning or during the night to slowly reveal her body to me in the opening stages of our foreplay, and that thought saddened me, for I had been invited into her bed, but I still sensed that invisible wall between us. ‘I’m glad you’re here,’ she whispered in the darkness. ‘So am I,’ I responded honestly, even though being so close to her was actually somewhat painful. As usual, Kim. ..she calles me after i hang up on her. it sounded like there are people in the background and it turned me off. so far, i know i'm not going to get what i want. but i still try, there's always some value to it. and i'm so horny, i need to take care of it anyway. she says, where are you, why don't you come over? she is casual, like she knows who i am. can't say no to that. i google map her address and she is just a few minutes away. i was almost over it before she called but now i am shaking.