Moreover, the sound was sibilant, not the mumbling of the TV heard from the other side of a wall but something reminiscent of the sound of someone els...’s MP3 player.A gust of wind through the open window made the curtains swing and she heard quite clearly the rustling of the leaves from the silver birch that grew in the patch of grass outside her window. That had to be it. A mixture of the rustling of the leaves, her semi-somnolent state and an over active imagination were working together. She. I did keep a journal. It was password protected, zipped, and encrypted with a different password to protect the guilty, since a few of the names were married to friends and colleagues. Oh yes, and that one time with the senior partner's daughter, but she was turning eighteen in a month. I was always glad she never told Daddy about me taking her up to her room during that cocktail party. My journal also contained all of the details of the various trysts. I'd been keeping it since college. It. She ought to know the volume, as she’s read it enough times to the grandchildren and nieces and nephews and all she needs do is run upstairs and – lord no I don’t mind admitting her voice is much more magical than mine. Oh there we go. Let me fold up this pocketknife and someone set this old whetstone up on the mantle – lord but I reckon I got that blade sharp enough. Too bad it ain’t tomato season. Just to slice one open. Yep. Just to slice one open. Let’s wipe a bit of the dust off. Let’s. Your passion just makes me want to lie down here on the floor, all dark and quiet. I see you slowly coming down on top of me and kiss my lips. My kisses are so urgent with my tongue looking for yours. You can feel how much I want you and for us to start having hours of sex now. We both help each other take off our clothes but you want to take my bra off. You slide your hands under my bra to break the clasp off while grabbing my breasts tight. I moan with your touch and my legs start to spread.