I was alone at home, my wife was working all day I greeted wearing a dressing gown beneath a pink nightie that I stole my wife, I'm back in the living...room which I prepared the coffee, we chatted drinking our coffee, then said to me "you're naked under your robe?" I replied "almost" when he said "let me see" so I lifted and removed my robe and when he saw my nightie he made "hummm very exciting I feel that you should be a good slut" rubbing between her legs .then he said "I want something for. The probe didn't withdraw this time and it remained inside me, plugging the new liquid in my body. Five, maybe ten minutes went by as I wondered what this was all about and then I felt myself swept by a wave of euphoria. My body completely relaxed and my senses became highly acute. Sounds, sight, the taste in my mouth, the feeling inside me, all of it was suddenly amplified as if a swtich had been flipped inside me. It was like wallowing in the afterglow of a great orgasm. The feeling. Bell dropped us at Rebecca's office. Colleen and I went shopping while Rebecca caught up on her work. It took no time to find a pair of Nike sneakers in my size, a couple of pairs of slacks and some short sleeve shirts, along with the basic essentials of underwear, sleeping shorts and socks, toothbrush and other things for my overnight kit.Colleen seemed to enjoy spending the time doing something other than working as my attorney. We laughed joked and generally made light of my situation. As. He rummaged in the bag he had brought, still lying unpacked on the floor by the broad divan and pulled out the shirt he had been wearing on the day he fled Aldo’s house in Vico, pressing it to his nose and curling around it on the bed. The fragrance was faint, haunting, like a handful of notes only distantly felt, a gossamer thread of memory. It was the briefest hint of him, a microscopic element of Xavier, distilled and diluted until it was barely there but he clung to it and let it quiet his.