The house’s indoor aspect was no more favourable than its exterior. Its walls were panelled with elaborate woodwork, but the effect was dulled by du...t. Its once-vibrant carpet was worn and faded, and despite the luminous day outside, the hall was lit by candles. As Rose followed The Beast through the entrance hall, she saw through the doors on either side of her that the heavy curtains in each room were closed.The Beast led Rose past an ancient grandfather clock, up a staircase and across a. When I asked him to justify that comment he stumbled a bit but the gist of it was that in his opinion men were like the cat in the Rudyard Kipling story, ‘I am the cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me!’ He argued that men didn’t get attached emotionally, they just screwed around, using women for what they needed before going across the road for lunch, and while this may be true of some men (and women, harsh but true) I did, and still do, maintain that he is more like a. And the floor was soaked - from splashing I guessed. The whole time I cleaned up, I could hear muffled talking and giggling from the bedroom.I took the clock, set it, and tried to sleep. It was past midnight and I was so horny I knew I'd cum with just a few strokes of my hand. I grabbed some Kleenex and jerked off. But it did little good. I imagined what had happened the day before, and that night and began jerking off again. Finally I relieved myself sufficiently and fell into a fitful sleep. ''You're joking!' said Cathy.I shook my head. 'No.''Look, let's go up to your room and we'll help, won't we, Daniella, ' said Holly.Cathy stared at each of them in turn. 'You're mad, you know. And I must be mad to be considering the suggestion.''Oh, good. Come on then, ' said Daniella, tugging at her mother's arm with one hand, mine with her other.'But... ' said Cathy, then gave up. 'Oh, well. I don't suppose it will make much difference.''Attagirl, ' said Daniella.We went upstairs to Cathy's.