And it wasn’t just sex. I felt I needed the warmth of female companionship. Male bonding was all well and good, but without a woman nearby I felt a ...old, black emptiness within me. Hell, once I even let an old bag lady share my loft, just for the company, but I had to throw her out when I found out she was stealing my art supplies and selling them to the guy next door. When it comes to women, out of sight is out of mind, which is where I would have been if I’d stayed in the city. On the island. " My head was bowed and my eyes on myhands clutching each other at my knees. "Oh, be quiet, naughty slut!" she cut into my apology. "I'll take careof you when we get home." She started the car but then looked again inmy direction. "Unzip your pants and pull them and your panties down toyour knees. You keep your eyes on that little sissy cock while we drivehome and think about how pathetic it is."As she drove out of the lot, she added, "And don't you even THINK ofplaying with yourself, you. Just as he had with that Danish lass in Morocco. ‘I’ll just leave you, like. I shouldn’t have disturbed you.’ ‘Don’t be silly!’ the woman laughed with some kind of Southern accent. Not a London accent, perhaps, though Paul was no expert in these matters. Maybe Home Counties. ‘I don’t mind. As long as you don’t think I’m a likely catch, if you know what I mean.’ ‘A catch?’ Paul wondered. ‘Well, whatever you youngsters call it these days,’ she said. ‘Look! Sit down. I don’t mind. I’m by myself.. She clicked the little button at the top, and it quietly buzzed into life with a low hum. She toggled the big button three times and the vibrations changed to four second bursts, starting with low power, then rising to full power, then suddenly dropping down again. She let the sensations ripple up through her body for a while, then hit the button again. The vibrations changed to a rapid pulse, and she began to squirm a little as the pleasure increased. Another push of the button, and the bursts.