“Nebo -- I love you,” I said.“I love you, too.”“May I touch them?” I asked.“You may.” I ran my fingers along one of his tentacles, fee...ing his smooth, green skin. “They’re not sensitive to touch,” he explained, “not any more than the back of your hand.”“They’re sensitive to nerve impulses,” I remarked.“That they are.”I let it snake between my fingers. It was so supple without any internal structure except the fine muscles under his skin that allowed it to move. “I imagine they’re. Feeling uncomfortable, I gather my belongings and leave the gym. I spend the day pouring over, and eventually checking out home remodeling books from the library. I pretty much know what I’m looking for as far as counters, sink, and backsplash go, but I’m still uncertain about the cabinets and the floors. Throughout the day, the events of this morning in the gym continue to resonate in my mind as much as I’ve tried to push them out. Still feeling uneasy that evening, I decide to text him. ”I paused. “It’s okay. I’m used to it.”“I guess I just assumed surfing was easy since most people who do it aren’t very bright.”I swear this girl doesn’t know when to stop. “Listen here you little Bookworm, just because I don’t bury my nose in a book twenty-four seven, doesn’t mean I’m stupid. I’d be willing to bet money I could teach you a thing or two.”“Like what?”“Like how to surf. Mind you, it would be mostly the basics, but I’m sure I could.” I started to walk off, afraid I’d do something. He didn’t know what to do so I said “Go on Mr. Baxter you know you want to” as our eyes looked at each other. He moved forward and his hand touched the inside of my thigh. He moved closer as his hand moved upwards until he touched the front of my knickers, I gave a quiet whimper, I hadn’t had anything for ages only my trusted vibrator, and it isn’t the same. I gave him a minute or so then I put my foot on the floor and he pulled his hand away sharply.Smiling I put my hands around his neck, and.