I read the poem and quickly saw how she had taken my ideas and transformed them into a simple but eloquent poem with lots of imagery. I probably would...'t have gotten all of it if I hadn't written the original but I could easily see how it mirrored what I started out with."Vicky, this is fantastic" I complimented her. "I can't believe how well it captures what I wanted to say but looks and sounds so different. You could be a very good writer if you wanted to be one." Thank you Michael, I always. She finished her drink and lay back on top of the bedclothes, her nightie covering her tantalising feminine parts yet offering her gifts to him. He finished his scotch, switched off his light and lay beside her. She reached her hand out to him, brushed his shoulder lightly with her fingertips. “Bernard ? Darling ?” “Carol I’m absolutely exhausted, I’m so sorry. I don’t think I would be very good for you tonight can we leave it for a few days?” he said quietly. She withdrew her touch, an icy. "Hum the national anthem".She did it. I took pity and stopped her after the first couple of bars. I could see I had made my point. "Sorry, Connie," I apologised. "I hope I'll never ask you to do anything so silly again, but I had to make Fran understand how things are." That's all right, James. You know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you." Well," I suggested, making a more sensible and reasonable demand this time, "in that case perhaps you'd better go to the cooler and get Fran a glass of. By that time Jeff's fingers were making me absolutely crazy.It was such a trip to walk into the sleazy motel with three handsome black men, and watching the clerks eyes bug out. I knew he thought I was a whore, but I didn't care what he thought just then.It was thrilling to undress in front of all those men and when Jeff positioned me on my hands and knees on the bed and climbed on top of me. And when he stuck it to me I could hear the other men moaning in lust as Jeff fucked me doggy style. He.