But liberated for what? After the graduation, I went to Kansas City and Sue and I celebrated my forty-first birthday. We went out on the town and I ha... a drink and a man. But only one of each.The nagging question never left me. What do I do with the rest of my life? The answer I could not even have imagined.I was working in Omaha for the same Christian charity that had sent me to Greece. I noticed on the bulletin board an announcement saying the charity needed people to work in Sudan to. She said that her ex-husband had two-timed her for a year so they divorced. She said she hadn't had a man since they split up. She said that she needed company as "all women have needs".Then she said "I know what you were doing when I walked in". I said "what do you mean"? "You were playing with yourself weren't you" she said. She came to sit on the sofa on top of the sleeping bag. She said that all young men do it and I shouldn't be worried. She said that whilst she was in the kitchen, she. ‘You seem somewhat perky this morning. Not your usual Monday self at all. Did the play go well on Saturday?’ Visual impairment not withstanding, he’d come to the play on the Friday night as had all my immediate colleagues in the advertising agency where I was a copy-writer. ‘It went exceptionally well, thank you.’ Praise came from my colleagues and I glowed but the glow was still in part because of Emily. My best friend in the office, Marjory, looked at me with a quizzical eye and later. I do data entry, answer the phone, keep the filing up to date, make tea and (this probably doesn’t surprise anyone) suck their cocks. That wasn’t originally part of the position description and I got the job on my other abilities, but I guess it became obvious fairly quickly what kind of a girl I was from the way I talked and the clothes I wore to work. Anyway, usually I end up sucking them all off on a regular basis on Thursday afternoons after we have been to the pub for lunch and had a few.