Chapter 3: Fuck the ThirdIf I was expecting Julie in my bed I was mistaken. She obviously had decided that she didn't want to be caught in the act, so...it was that I at least got some sleep for a few nights. At supper later in the week, Jack, Angela's older husband, mentioned that he was going to be spending a couple of nights away as he had business in a city that would keep him all day. As he needed to start early and wouldn't finish 'til late he had reluctantly decided that it made sense to. His fingersparted my downy hair and rubbed what I guessed was my clit. It was kindof like a woman stroking a raging erection as a man, on different. Mywords turned into a gasp. He started rubbing my new slit up and down,sending tingles through my new body.Still rubbing my clit with his middle finger, he started teasing theentrance to my pussy with his thumb. He said something about giving us aproper reason to need a shower before bed, but I barley heard him - Iwas too distracted by the. " I cautioned, "It's on a random timer. It can keep you going anywhere from five to twenty minutes!" Twenty minutes!" she gasped, "I'd die!" No," I replied, "there are sensors that can detect if you pass out, thanks to modern technology, and it will shut down automatically." That's good to know!" Samantha couldn't keep her legs still."So I take it you are happy with your purchase?" I asked, rather smugly.She nodded, smiling, and said, "A little afraid of it, but happy, nonetheless!" So what. ’ When I finally made it back to the apartment, I found the message light on my new answering machine blinking. I punched the button and heard, ‘Ron, this is Norma. Am I ever going to get that piece on the Benson Festival. I needed it yesterday. By the way, are you available to cover a Dog show for me this weekend.’ ‘Damn,’ I thought. ‘Thousand word articles for magazines were a hell of a way for a serious writer to make a living.’ I was a serious writer, even if my two novels had been rejected.