Katrina stared at me for a few more seconds and then blinked away the reverie. She smiled up at me and asked, “How did you English Final go?”I nod...ed and closed the door behind me. “I think I did pretty well.” Then I looked around the living room. A number of people were standing, watching the two of us. “Who do we have here?”A woman with hair so dark black it had purple highlights stepped out from behind the others. “Hello, Seth.”It was Raven. The last time I talked to her, she was leaving. He got into conversation with a woman in a coffee shop and before that hour was out was fucking her behind an array of cars in the car park. 'I don't think the problem is with Howard's wife', he muttered as he tied his tie. 'I think it is with Howard for he is the most negative man I have come across, has no value in himself and really is a drain on the class. I'll enjoy his wife and if she is co-operative I will tolerate him as long as she fucks. In fact if she is like other women virtually. Unfortunately, that left me hitchhiking most of the way, which despite carrying inherent risk, also meant relying on the kindness of strangers, of which is in very short supply these days. This meant that my progress would be painstakingly slow. I had been on the side of this road now for 5 hours, with no success, notwithstanding it had been raining for 3 of those 5 hours. I would have left, but I had nowhere to go, I was stuck here until someone took pity on me. Suddenly, I began to hear the. I just shake my head and smile back at her as I step forward and finish my business.Now you may be thinking, what's a couple of "old folks" doing acting like horny teenagers? Well, the truth is I don't feel old. I still enjoy making love as much as I did twenty or thirty years ago. Yeah I do it a little slower now days, and the acrobatics of days gone by just don't work some how these days. But the love, tenderness and desire are still just as strong as they were then. Making love these days is.