Of course that doesn’t include the routine jack off sessions his body requires just to achieve a moment of peace, contentment that would last long e...ough to overlay the haunting memories that made it impossible to fall asleep. He needs a woman in his bed, and not just for sex. The loneliness that consumes his nights was, at times, unbearable. He misses the closeness that he used to share with Dani, her soft voice being the last thing he heard before closing his eyes. None of the women he dated. She told him it was nice that he thought she had nice legs and laughed and added she was wearing pantyhose and that hid all the flaws.Then he told her he loved woman's legs in hose and used to enjoy when his wife would them too. She asked him what was it he liked about pantyhose. He told her they made a woman's legs look more sexy and he loved how silky and soft they felt. Then she asked how long since his wife had dressed up like that for him and he said he couldn't remember probably a wedding. I pulled out my surprise for her from my luggage. It was a vibrator that strapped on the back of your hand and in turn made your hand and fingers become like a vibrator. I remember seeing those in old fashioned barber shops used for scalp massage and a quick shoulder massage. Carla’s dad had given it to us years before, but for some unknown reason we didn’t use it. I guessed it could possibly be used to massage back and legs, etc. We took turns playing with the thing on ourselves and on each. I knew there wasn’t a car. I knew what happened. And I had a plan.A few hours later the sun was going down and Gary and I were downing shots at my local. The bartender was nervous. Gary was getting louder, and every so often he would slam his enormous softball-sized fist into the table. I assured the staff that I had Gary under control. And I did. “If she weren’t a woman...” Gary growled.This was the moment I was waiting for. “Gary,” I said. “It’s not a woman.”Gary looked at me like I had a.