“So what shall we do?” she asks.I start to think and come up with some non-sexual sightseeing ideas but eventually come around to asking her what ...he would like to do.“Story four,” she says.Story four, I think, what the fu-“Right…got it,” I reply, “Story four, the one where…”I look around for the toilets, spot them and turn to smile at her.“You’re not serious are you?” I ask, enthusiastically.“No, not in there, but if I’m honest, I really can’t wait to get your cock up me,” she says.At last,. If she agreed to that, I would try to see if I could change that to a dinner. Wherever we planned to meet I would make sure I showed up five or ten minutes late. I did this to make her a little more anxious. If she began to worry that I might not show up she would be happier to see me when I did arrive."Once we had met for coffee, drinks or dinner I would step up the frequency of my calls or notes. Still no talk of sex, only of how much I enjoy her company until eventually on one of my visits. "Jack crossed his arms across his chest and sarcastically said, "How sweetof you!"Ignoring his cynicism, Rose resumed, "I am not going to argue over spiltmilk, what's done is done, get over it! We did what was easiest for allconcerned."Late the next afternoon Rose unexpectedly showed up at the bedroom doorand caught Jack transfixed, in front of the vanity putting the finishingtouches on his make up. His pushup bra encapsulating his artificiallyamplified 'oomph', combined with his new waist. 'Hastings was an almost deserted smallish former gold mining town, nestled in the foothills of the Rockies. It was about two hundred and sixty miles from my home, almost all the way across the state from where I presently was. I couldn't imagine what might be there that I'd be interested in.'Thank you. I really have been enjoying all this extra rest. It makes a big difference.''What do you think I should do about her?'