He too was not looking forward to sitting alone watching it snow. She was pretty and he loved red hair. He also found out that she was a great cook. T...ey ate and made quiet small talk. After cleaning up he figured he'd leave. She insisted he stay a while longer. He warned her that he wasn't good at driving at night in the snow and she assured him that if the roads were too bad, he could crash on her couch. He thought why not. She was pretty and was probably just as lonely. She excused herself. Goldberg to tell you about antisemitism one of these days.” He shuddered convulsively. “Or, better, don’t.”Dr. Goldbeg hadn’t actually spoken much, beyond a terse single sentence, half distracted by the device she had been setting up as part of the American’s goal of driving Librarian mad. But the wave of thoughts and memories and vivid images that had sprung to her thoughts, flitting around her like a school of sharks, had been nearly as bad as anything the humans thought of when he asked them. It was on the terrace and there was music and beer all around. Subdued lights and people dancing all around. I was having a great time yet feeling very lonely. I kept noticing one of her friends had been gazing at me for quite some time now sort of admiring me. She must have been bout 24 and very attractive, dark expressive eyes had wavy shoulder length hair was blowing in the evening breeze and the sultry Indian looks which even today drive me mad. That evening wore off with us exchanging. I made a gooey noise and said “well is mummy’s little soldier all alone” and with that I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and slowly stroked the entire length, from tip to ball sack. Pete’s eyes rolled back and he tensed up slightly. I hatched my plan.As I have mentioned previously, Pete wasn’t a jock but he did look after himself, gym twice a week and a healthy diet. Now this 34 year old was on his knees with his nine inch tool hanging over me. I was salivating at the thoughts of this lump.