They eventually lay back, sinking into their pillows. He stared at the ceiling, not thinking of anything, just enjoying her presence. She let her gaze...wander over his body, wondering if he liked her as much as she liked him. Love was too big a word but like was too small all the same. Synapses fired in her head at unreal speeds, conjuring up fantasies, creating situations and outcomes. She looked at his shaved pubes and the hair that was beginning to surface. She moved her head and said, “I. When she was standing (as would happen when she was working around the house) she liked to lean against a counter edge or even the corner of a bookcase. Sometimes she would wrap her legs around whatever was available to get a stronger sensation from the vibrating fish. She realized how unattractive these positions must look but after a couple of hours of teasing, she just didn't care.Then began the Journeys, as he called them. The first was an open air concert which got started late in the. The drive was going to take about thirty minutes even with no traffic, most of that would be in the open countryside between my home and this excuse for a city. I was looking out of the window as the bus bobbed along, but occasionally I would catch a glance in the direction of the people at the front. More than once I caught one guy looking in my direction. He was leaning over the seat talking to another guy behind him. His eyes averted my gaze as I looked in his direction. Then I would catch. It was not that his boss found itdisgusting, after all they saw worse in their job, instead it was a toolto hold over his employee's head.That had only stopped when he began to understand his boss's mischief,deciding that, just as he loved his pretty clothes, his boss enjoyedmaking people miserable. SIin order to combat being made the victim, hehad developed a second hobby, gathering his own information about theproblems that simmered. Over time he had become quite good at predictingthe.