Pulling up a stool he sat down, and said hello. Shelia sat there trying to figure what to do next. Thankfully the bartender saved her from doing anyth...ng now, Stacey, according to her nametag, asked what he wanted. Thomas ordered a beer, whatever was on tap. Shelia smiled and asked for a gin and tonic. Stacey left to fill the orders. Shelia continued her studied silence and waited for her drink. Thomas stared at her and ached for her to say anything. Even to be laughed at would allow him to end. And yet ... I knew my desire this time was not for Margaret, but for knowledge of her, the woman who had been an increasingly vital part of my life for several years, but about whom I knew little more than I did from Sarah's description and my first impressions.She never ever spoke of personal matters, and even though, since September we had talked often and long, it was mostly discussion, debate, the imparting and analysis of knowledge - or exquisite sexual teasing - that dominated the topics.. Rip, in his spidery, tiny writing, talked about his termagant wife who, along with all the other women of the town he lived in, made his life miserable for such common things as tippling a mug of ale now and then, and for enjoying a beautiful spring day by not wasting it on manual labor. He was overjoyed at being unemployed, as that gave him time to play with the village children and make their toys and go hunting with his faithful dog, Wolf.He wrote at some length about the virtues of home. The inevitable happened as she let these feeling build, her needs were awakened on night, normally she would relieve herself when Alex had gone, but this night she felt the need of him too overpowering, as she lay in her customary position, on her side with her back to him, feeling his hand brush her nude buttocks as he masturbated against her.She shifted in her pretense, pushing her buttocks towards him, offering more access to her exposed genitals, she was wet and with her upper body angled.