That together they could change their worlds, and make fireworks in each other’s hearts and be far far more together than they could ever hope to be...apart. But, like all True Love, it could never run so smoothly. There were separations and rejoinings, and losses and reverses and professions of enduring love, and barriers crossed and re-raised. And finally, when they had finally dared to believe that the sailor could find away to be part of her life forever, there was imposed upon them a final. . or does she push then away,’ I wondered.“Ah… here we are you didn’t answer the question about how frequently you masturbate,” I was looking at her to see her facial expression when she responded to the exceptionally personal question.My heart went out to her as her nervous anxious look gave way to pure panic. I half expected her to bolt from the office rather than respond. The pause was long enough for me to consider going into a spiel on how normal and natural self-pleasuring is. It seemed. She would have a chance to clean up, then. She looked back at the rumpled bed, her eyes resting thoughtfully on the large wet round spot where her buttocks had nestled. Well, she thought, I really masturbated to beat the band. I should be ashamed of myself--yet somehow I'm not. There's not much point in feeling guilty about something I can't control.And then she noticed the loose dog hairs in various part of the bed.She picked up one of them and looked at it curiously, her eyes narrowing with. The club was a sort of industrial/goth sort of place. Jane came into the living room. She looked great in her long, figure-hugging, deep purple velvet dress with black lace at the cuffs and neckline. It clung sexily to all her curves and only flared into a full skirt well below the knee. She had dark eye makeup, black lipstick and purple nail varnish that matched her dress. She would also wear a long, black velvet cloak.She was holding a black PVC mini skirt and a cropped jumper made of dark.