“You had stories of humans. Well. We had stories of elves. And I haven’t read any of them.” She scowled at him. “Well, at least, those that I ...id weren’t fucking right. So, please. Explain to me why they all think that I’m Lord Winsom when all I did was put a few rounds into his chest.”“Ah.” Librarian shook himself from head to feet. “Elves are immortal.”“Jesus,” Helen whispered, while Vidya put her hands to her mouth.The impassive men at arms muttered to one another – sharing much the same. ....I struggled with the fascination of being fucked by a guy I didn't know and how scary it the whole proposition was. He knew much about me, even which apartment complex I lived in on campus. I was excited, nervous, scared, aroused, my body was shaking, I was sweating....... I was horny. I agreed.I gave myself an enema. I put on my shorts, socks, and running shoes. I left my apartment unlocked because I didn't want to bring my keys. I had to run hard just to make it to the park in time. It. I just, well I, I don’t know.” I was flustered and shocked at myself, my heart was pumping like mad, it felt like my face was probably as red as hers. “OK, one last thing and I will go. Can I ask you how much you make here in a day?”“How much do I make? I make $85.00 each day.”“OK.” I said and put all the $125.00 on the counter, “One day’s wages for a quick little flash.”“Where? Not here, people will see.” She said pointing to the large glass window.“You can stand right there,” I said. “ I will. One night, alone in my hotel room, I decided to go online as I was in a pent-up frenzy with these black men driving me crazy. Out of the blue, a younger black man started chatting with me. He asked my age and I said that I was in my later 40s. He was in his mid-20s and he loved older men, he said. He was just a couple of miles away and said he could come to the hotel room, if I wanted. I saw his photo, and he looked absolutely gorgeous. I said, sure, come on over. Anticipation entered.