I sat back down on the couch, willing to listen to any proposal. He walked back to the picture window and stared at the view, slowly sipping his drink... I could see that he was trying to get things straight in his head. Finally, he turned around and looked at me."Okay, here's the deal," he said. "I'm going to make you a proposal... I want you to sit there and listen without saying a word. This is going to be hard for me to get out, so I don't want to be interrupted. When I finish, you can ask. Pulling my dick this way, and that way. Trying to switch hands, because the other was getting tired. It was getting to be unbearable. I know she wants to learn, but sometimes to quick. That's her downfall, and if anything, I'm the one who's gonna have to break her out of that. "Okay, okay. That's enough for now. We'll practice more on that later. She stood up shaking her arms."Whew!! that' made my arms sore." "You'll get use to it, and you'l get the hang of it too. Now what I want you to do is. .Oh my fucking God! The driver and passenger were having sex! The more I watched them, the more sad I got. I haven't had sex in so terribly long."Goddammit! I just want to have sex with someone! I don't fucking care if I have to fuck someone with one of my strapons! I'll take anything or give anything! I'll fuck anyone! I am so tired of not having any sex. I haven't had sex since Ricky's father passed away. I'll fucking fuck anyone or I'll fuck anyone with one of my strapons! Please, give me a. She only knew the one dimensional kidnapping scary rapist. He didn’t buy the rapist thing. Well maybe a little. If he couldn’t get her to talk to him how could he show her he wasn’t all things she imagined? Unless he could talk to her, get her to listen, even a little, he was totally fucked. Women in America were such a mystery. Of course he understood Susan’s feelings, but women in general fascinated and confused him. Oh he liked sex. Had his share. He was a hard core heterosexual. He’d been.