Finally the door closes with a solid thunk and you're home. With shoesand socks discarded you feel lighter, you step into the kitchen and mixyourself...a vodka and tonic, plenty of ice in a thin high ball glass. Thebubbles and iciness tickles as it slips down but the effect is almostimmediate, bringing forth a sigh of pleasure mixed with relief, and youhead through to the bedroom.Almost immediately the work wear is consigned to the laundry basket, outof sight and out of mind, wrapping yourself. " She sounded like she was faking sympathy. Which she was. "Soyou don't want to go down on me anymore?" The thought of that, now thatshe had gotten him so deeply into the part he was playing, scared him. Hedidn't want to lose the good portions of what he had gained, just thebeing-made-less-of-a-man portions. But she wouldn't let him pick andchoose. It was all or nothing. So he accepted 'all'. She gripped hisear lightly with thumb and forefinger to pull him along behind her to. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would shoot, and how much of it there was. She showed me every position she could think of and taught me everything she knew about how to please her. I loved going down on her, and she was impressed that I was such a quick learner. I decided I was going to stay with aunt May and uncle Vince every chance I could after that, and she said that when the time came, I could apply to their local university for my degree and she would be. It didn't even look abandoned, just old. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. Ashley knocked, not hard, but not soft either, on the door.Nothing. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. The knocks came much harder and much faster this time, with Ashley's urgency shining through. "Come in!" came a voice from somewhere deep within the entrance, and Ashley pushed the door open. It was an extravagant ballroom, with two stairs to either side which leads upstairs to a balcony, and doors at the left and right of the stairs. Dead center.