"Stephenson drove home in style and quickly with Cleghorn's Coachman's assistance loaded the engine in the carriage, next they loaded the seperate boi...er and he got the Coachman to pump the bellows so soon the forge was glowing and he fashioned a new connecting rod and brazed the brass egg to it. He reamered the holes to size and throwing more tools in the carriage soon they were back at Cleghorn Hall. They took it to the parts of the Machine to Ada's bedroom and set it up, the maid filled the. I was the type that desperately needed an exciting, creative sex life. I longed for it, but eventually I began to loose interest in her sexually because of what I call our, 'mutual missionary style masturbation' and all went stale.We both used to like to experiment in the bedroom.Being submissive sexually is what turned her on the most, but on occasion, because we loved to be creative, teasing me and taking control would turn her on. What was about to happen in our lives was going to rekindle. Jessica stayed there two or three nights a week. It was closer to school than the apartment and was more convenient in many other ways. She had a cook and driver when she needed their services and could use the facilities as she pleased.Martin didn’t know that she was looking into financial aid while applying to colleges until two weeks after she started. When he found out, he asked her to stay at the apartment that night so they could talk.He brought home some pizza and they sat watching. None of us is perfect on our own, so to think that there might be one other person out there who fits every one of our own quirks and imperfections is just ridiculous.Fortunately, my girlfriend and I knew better than that. We didn’t have any illusions about story book romances or a suburban home with matching dish ware. We just knew that we were weird and fucked up in the same way, and that made it safe and fun to let ourselves go and seek pleasure wherever we could find it.On the night in.