We didn’t talk … we sipped and appreciated the lilting music sometimes joyous and sometimes full of despair. The ancient strains fed my soul and I...made a promise to myself that I’d go back to that little shop and buy the other CD’s in the set. When the music finished, I bade Vonne good night, gathered my packages and made my way up the stairs. I thought that when I got to my room I’d like to once again listen … the music was so new to me and filled a place I hadn’t previously been aware was. I was dismayed, but I didn't need to go so badly that I'd wait in line. I'd just have to put up with Uncle John a little longer and find another excuse to get away."Shit." I said. "I guess I can wait." Well, I have a room here for the night. You could always come up and use my loo.." Uncle John offered."er.. No.. I'm ok.. But thanks anyway." No way was I going with him to his room."Well, lets have another drink.."Before I could reply Uncle John had turned and was ordering from one of the bar. When it comes to Christmas, she loved the holiday parties, the shopping, the parties, the gifts, and all. But she really missed being with a man.She had dated for a while, but things didn't work out. She took her mind off things by doing various holiday activities, she even volunteered by feeding dinner to the homeless. Not only did she miss being with a man, she also missed having sex. She also had not have any sex for a while. The only time she ever pleasure herself is when she reads erotic. As scared as I had been, it didn't put me off. Over the next few weeks I went back to the gloryhole after work every Tuesday and Wednesday, went into one of the cubicles and changed into my sports gear. A few times there was someone in the other cubicle masturbating but nothing more than that. I started to wonder whether I had missed my chance, I needn't have worried.It must have been my tenth visit, I walked in and went past a couple of guys stood at the trough and headed towards the cubicles,.