A moment of rest followed, I carefully saw to Cinnamon to be sure she was OK, that what she felt was the pleasure of the sting, not the fear of the hu...t caused by it. She assured me that all was well, and that we should continue as her juices had become a raging flood of passion within her veins.Deniece returned shortly, a bucket in one hand, that special silver tool in the other. Even in the dim light I could still see Deniece's excitement at what was to come, her hardness was so wonderfully. "I wasn't thinking that," she said."Of course you were," I told her. "That's what everyone thinks, as soon as the subject comes up: He's forty, he's unmarried. Ergo, he's gay." We divorcees get a bit of that, too," she said. "If I meet a man who wants to sleep with me and I don't show immediate interest, he concludes that I'm a dyke and that my previous history as a married woman was just an aberration." Well, obviously, if you don't want to sleep with him, you've got to be a lesbian," I said,. "I've got to go," he said as the huge bay doors began opening to admit the arriving lander. His station for the final segment of their extended charade was elsewhere.As soon as the bay was re-pressurized Mallet strode confidently down the lander's extended ramp. "Cromartie!" he called out as he went. He was, as Meiersdottir had predicted, by himself. But his hand lingered suspiciously near a pocket in his suit."Mallet only," said Cromartie on the bridge into his communicator. He was observing. I was not sure, if this could turn out to be a prank or a genuine invitation. Anyways, I thought I would go the way fate decides to take me.I went to my office as usual, and was wondering if my day would turn bright at all. There came a surprise suddenly in the noon, when she appeared online. We said a hi and talked for a while. Her voice sounded so tender and so I asked her for her age. Interestingly, she said she is just 22. I told her that I am 35 years old and married with two kids, and she.