We became complete lovers. Yes, I became totally submissive, a regular Donna Reid but a whore in bed. I realize all of this now. Until I was in my lat... forties, I went through what can only be described as PMS. I was ‘out there’ for almost a week every month. You could almost mark the calendar, between the fifth and the tenth, every month. Jack was as understanding as any sane man could be. In the beginning he’d wear himself out trying to calm me down or get me up…my mood swings were a real. ” That was my pussy talking. “Let’s get you in the shower and into my bed. I’ll go get a pill and some water.”Soon enough he was sleeping comfortably in a pair of loose boxer shorts. I had brought his pillow in from his room. I hated that he was suffering, but I knew that the medicine and my loving touch would have him feeling better by morning.I waited a few more minutes, then checked his sedation by calling his name and rocking him. He was out. The meds worked so quickly, which was great. We've got a pool back there." I might have guessed." Come on. I'll show you the studio."She took me to a heavy, sound-proof door and tugged it open with two hands. Inside was a whole mess of electronic equipment. There were monitors, mixing boards, synthesizers, computer keyboards, and speakers all over the place. Behind that was another door, this one leading into an audio recording studio with a rather expensive-looking microphone dangling from a boom stand. There was a video monitor hanging. *** When George called two weeks later to say he would be on the next flight home, Byron and Cynthia had attended two more screenings, seen an exhibition of Impressionist art and had dinner afterwards. They thoroughly enjoyed each others company and were more reluctant to end their times together. Cynthia became more relaxed as the days went by, even shyly taking Byron’s hand when he offered it as they walked to her apartment. Byron did not want to go back to his lonely apartment. He decided.