Tiggers require happy endings, and starting a story with a suicide attempt makes that a bit difficult but, I had a LOT Of GREAT help on that story! *W...ving in gratitude*(Anne_Phorcy) So, that begs the question; When you write a story, does the story come first and you look for the T* element within it or does some T* element suggest a story?(Tigger) Anne, I think I see the T* element as a motivator, but if the story doesn't work, it usually goes into the dead story folder on my hard. & wore only the shorts given by Sujatha.In the meantime , to my surprised Sujatha entered the room wearing only a sleeveless transparent gown till her thigh length without any under garments & friends believe me she was looking gorgeous & amazingly hot.& sexy. As she entered the room ,she straight away looked deep into my eyes & went & lay on the bed with her back facing towards me & ordered me to give her a massage & I followed her orders like her slave. At this moment there was absolute. She would be my new Claire who had died only a decade before." How did Claire die?" asked Lindy."She died loving me. I fucked her to death. I don't know how she did it, but even at eighty she never failed to thrill me in bed. But at eighty, her old heart couldn't handle it. Like a warrior dying in battle, dying in my arms with my cock thick inside her was to her the most honorable death she often told me when I feared the outcome that actually happened. It hurt to die. I could see her contorted. “You sleep well?” I asked him, in terms of making conversation, as I grabbed a can of diet coke out of the fridge, an obsession Stephanie and I’d had since we were younger. “Um yeah,” he responded, looking over at me curiously. I looked down to make sure there was not something on me that shouldn’t be there. “Did you?” “Yeah,” I answered, nodding my head to reaffirm it. “I think I did.” “Good,” he smiled toward me. “Can I ask you something?” I asked him, pulling a chair out and sitting down.