You even mentioned him, Harry Gurnard, in your book.”“My God. Did he build the engine too?” He was something of a hero. “He did. It’s sm...ll but, I am told, powerful and reparable. Isn’t that marvellous?”“It really is and I’d love to see it.”“I have a condition?” I did the questioning eyebrow thing. “I want you to consider researching and writing a short history of Gurnard, my house and the engine. It’ll be great for my profile and yours and we can plug each other on our websites.” . Seeing us, both graspedin unison at the erotic sight unfolding in front ofthem. My drunken wife, startled by the intruders’ voice,flipped over and hit her head at metal bars on theside. She was out cold in seconds and her slumped bodysubmerged in water. The two guests were faster than mydrunk self and they pulled her out in a jiffy. Theylaid her down on the floor, piling our clothes underher head as pillow. One of the guests started feelingher pulse and proclaimed, “She is. We sat like this, enjoying each others' taste and warmth. After a time our kissing started to escalate again and we held each other tighter. I lifted her hips and brought a breast to my mouth, suckling again as she reached down and positioned the head of my cock against pussy lips. I lowered her hips and entered her. We kissed again and I put my hands on her hips and started moving them back and forth, causing my stiffness to move deep, then shallow within her. She joined in the effort and soon. I haven’t talked to him before.’ Again, his eyes flashed up to mine, then back to his screen. My eyebrows scrunched together, trying to understand any possible fascination he might have with me. Was my hair on fire? ‘Maybe…’ I started, turning back towards my screen, ‘maybe he just heard about what happened. I mean, I think everyone did… and everyone had their fair share of stares at me for a while.’ It was true. A couple weeks ago, I’d been stuck in a bad part of town. I was supposed to be on.