‘If you make it clear to him that touching is unwelcome, then you’ve changed his go signals to stop signs. If he doesn’t respect that, then it m...y be time to call in personnel or his wife or both.’ ‘Jerry, no more dinners with him unless it is both of us and his wife. After work drinks only with a group. Same with lunches.’ I paused, but that only took care of the one-on-one after work issues. ‘You’re right, this could be a real problem at work. Burning him or making a scene shouldn’t be the. "But not this time."To try and stop matters from escalating, the Elders of the Jal-Tak travelled to the Sarané encampment under a flag of truce. But even as the elders of the Jal-Tak and the Sarané were huddled together, trying to argue out who had taken what from who, a messenger brought news that there had been a new outrage."A Sarané Bounds Walker had been reported missing, a search party had been sent out, and she had been found, impaled, on what the Sarané claimed were Jal-Tak. But we didn’t induce an orgy or bring strangers back to our bed for naked flirtations. We drove home after midnight, feeling loose and good, laughing about the party. Neither of us had to find a way to propose it — we knew we were going to fuck. No romance, but there was romance in that. We didn’t even make it to the bed. Her lips were on mine as the key went into the lock, and the front door closed again with a bang as I pushed her against it, one hand gripping her shoulder, the other the. Not saggy wrinkled granny, but curvaceous busty mature women, with love and passion to give. I’d never acted on those fantasies, because I’d never had the opportunity, and because I was rather scared. It was just a little secret for me to have. I would often wank while thinking about a lady I saw on the bus, fantasizing about one of my teacher, or about my best friend’s mother… But that was it, I never went further.So I was in Berlin, it was our last night. We were leaving the city the morning.