The thunder of his heart and head was slowing too, becoming manageable again. He sat on a low stone wall, his back to the gable end of the farmhouse....Solid, reassuring. It had been there for more than 100 years and would remain there for another century at least. Not like him, “ a mortal creature doomed to die” as the phrase went. He started; why the melancholy now ? For him it might be a personal autumn, but it was going to be as prolonged, colourful and enjoyable as he could make it. It. It’s not that he didn’t love me. I was sure I meant everything to him. He just didn’t have the same way of showing it as I did. He turned and gave me a little peck on the cheek and said, “I’m getting ready to leave for work. I’ll see you briefly before you go to work later and then I’ll head out.” My positive feelings evaporated like the vapour out the top of a boiling kettle. I had drawn the short straw when it came to that days shift and I was going to be closing. At the bar my day had been. Just let me feel you there." She said as I got up and went to the sink in the bathroom. I used a washcloth and rinsed and wiped my abused cock.When I came back into the room she was kneeling on the bed as if taking a place in a porno movie scene. I felt like she was setting the stage for a dream sequence. I stood in front of her and she bent and took me in her hand and looked me over very closely. She kissed it several times along the shaft and then looked at me for reaction. She put a finger. "The good Professor, trying to get things straight, said, "She bought a fifty foot sailboat in 1978 when she was 12. That seems rather ... odd." According to what her mother said, Wendy One, her mother, paid for it with funds from Wendy Two's educational trust fund. You don't know her mom ... be thankful." Educational Trust ... hmmm. The boat must have cost an easy half million. That's a hefty trust."Actually, they thought they were buying a one year old 39 foot Beneteau." Perhaps I should be.