.. wasn't it?This became an obsession. I was still lugging my lap-top around, but I certainly wasn't getting much writing done. I'd even resorted to s...litaire; sad, or what? I'd visited Philippa and Helen – regularly, in fact – and tried to maintain my usual demeanour, though not (as I was to find out) very successfully.It was in early October when I had to invigilate a phase test – actually, two, one after the other – and had some lunch afterwards in the Uni cafeteria. Having eaten, I was. But that’s a should have. I have no regrets except that gnawing feeling of, ‘Numchucks, where are you?’ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘They had to put ole pig eye down today,’ one of the Riverside gossiping quartet said with a note of sorrow. The band of aged desperado’s sat at the local corner store. ‘Brutus? The tiger stripe pit bull of Al’s?’ ‘Yep, the Mill works and Cabinet shop mascot.’ ‘Yep, ole Iron Tail himself. I swear when that dog wagged his tail and it hit your leg it was. Time to go. She began crawling backward, keeping her light focused on that corner. It took a lot of effort, but she managed to reach the small chamber from before. She turned around and entered the first tunnel, moving as fast as she could. After thirty feet, she heard the clicking again, coming from the chamber, as well as footsteps. She pointed her light back, and again, something darted out of view. She saw only a single leg, and it moved too fast for her to discern any details, but she knew. She sat up, undid her bra by saying ‘I am cool being naked. I don’t mind’ and winked and laid back on her stomach.I began working on her back and neck. With her sounds, it was very evident, she was enjoying my touch. Every slow stroke I made, she arched her back a little. I worked up, down, back, across and repeated the moves in reverse. While I was massaging her lower back, she was very receptive to the massage. I moved my finger on the edge of her black panties and circled them slowly for few.