Me taking my socks off too, for I wanted to feel the new carpet with my bare feet and toes. It was lovely to walk over this soft and furry carpeting i...stead of the threadbare thing that the other flat had down. The inside was described to me by Bernie as we went into the lounge off the small entrance hall, telling me where every piece of furniture had been placed, taking me to each in turn for me to touch and fix in my mind where it all was. Two armchairs either side of the fire place which. So I needed to do something fast. I knew she was willing from the way she took the topics and her physical approach towards me showing her consent. But I too cant disrespect my manliness, For a second I thought, I did a grave mistake of not jacking off when I had the advantage at the toilet earlier. But now its too late. I just bowed my head towards the handle for her to feel the cool air on to her. As it was done suddenly, she let out a small scream and started mocking her. I stayed like that. “Some recoveries are messier than others,” I said and pulled off my shirt. I pointed to the scar on my chest. “Relatively clean recovery,” I said. Then I pointed to my abdominal wound. “Pretty messy recovery,” I compared and then moved to my shoulder. “Long, difficult recovery with a chance that it won’t be the same as it was before.” I paused and put my shirt back on. “The same is true for emotional wounds. Some of them you recover from cleanly. My mother freaking out at me and hitting me. It’s not often I come across a nice polite young man like you.” She drew on her cigarette. “Handsome, too,” she added, smoke filtering from her mouth as she spoke.“So,” I said boldly, having mentally primed myself for this encounter, “I guess time is money. Shall we go inside.”She chuckled, rather croaky and I thought it might turn into a smoker’s cough. But no, she turned and opened the door. “Come in,” she said, “it’s hotter in here.” I bet it is.I followed her down the narrow passage..