All rights to the cover image are reserved by the copyright owners.Story originally written by Cazna Rochester in 2007 from an idea by Ernest Bywater ...ith some later revisions. In 2012 Cazna asked Ernest to revise and edit the story, and transferred the copyright to him.31 October 2018 versionThe titles I use are a chapter, a sub-chapter, and a section.Table of ContentsFridayHomeVirgins’ DelightCarla’s TimeBelinda’s TimeEveningSaturdayAfternoonEveningSundayShopping TimeNot Having a. "You have to sign the back of this photograph too. It needs to be endorsed with the words I certify that this is a true likeness of Gavin MacSween and then your signature - but if you just sign it, I'll write-in the words later."Gavin showed George the photo."I see you got the standard terrorist look for the photo. Why do passport photos always turn out like that?" George asked.Gavin dropped the photo, but quickly scooped it up and placed it face down on the table for George to scrawl his. "I had some accumulated time off," he said. "I thought I'd spend it with you."That was so sweet. We didn't immediately jump into the sack. We wandered around a little, holding hands and talking. He gave me an address where I could write him; he'd get my address from my letter or email, though he recommended the former. I saw his point. Email could be hacked. Sure, letters could be intercepted and opened, but that was a lot harder.Now we did end up in bed. He expressed surprise that I wasn't. He gazed at me up and down, starting with a searching gaze at my eyes and face, then letting his eyes trail down over my body, my neck, my shoulders, lingering over my breasts, then on to my tummy, my hips, lingering again on the neatly trimmed triangle of hair over my pussy, the slit that was all that was visible of my pussy, my thighs, my calves, and finally my feet. I could tell by his slight smile that he was pleased with what he saw. He hugged me, pressing my breasts against his chest. I.