I saw her trying to continue to work even with the discomfort of the wobble, but when it got too much she turned to me and asked if I could hold the l...gs of the stool for her. Even though this it was not what I wanted to do, I agreed considering it would be rude to say a ‘no’. I came from behind and held on to the stool and she continued working. Being this close to her, the stench of sweat which I mentioned earlier was hitting me hard and to my surprise, it had a very intoxicating effect on. “That man ... it’s difficult to explain ... but he doesn’t have a claim on me.”“Then he’s an idiot,” said Sal.He pulled into his driveway, which suspended the conversation. His house was a small two bedroom place, with clapboard siding, probably in excess of fifty years old. It was well used, but neatly kept.“I wasn’t planning on visitors,” he said, as he helped her out of the car. “I’m kind of a messy housekeeper.”“I’m not here to judge your housekeeping,” she said.He stopped. “Why are you. "Pretty crude, Phil," she said with a grin. "Pretty crude. Where do you live?" Not far from you, right on the way. How about it? I've got time?" I don't," she said. "But thanks." She felt her vagina tremble and become warm and moist. They rode for a while in silence, listening to the news and weather on the radio and then to her choice of music, soft rock."Hot date?" Phil asked."Something like that, fellow from Masonville, nice guy." Good luck," said Phil. "I can get out over there."She pulled. When I'm with Kate, and she transforms me into such a state, time is of no consequence. The only thing that matters is the beating of our hearts and complete melding of our bodies and souls. I kissed her, loved her and loved on her, held her, felt her, stroked her and pulled her into me with singularity of purpose. If I could somehow have defied the laws of nature and completely absorbed her into me, or me into her, I would have instantly! My attraction to her, and her hold on me is total..