Had to mean feeling fine, not freshly fucked.I pulled open the nightstand drawer where I kept John's letters to me, I began opening them and reading. ...t was the fifth letter where he began putting that in the Postscript. I also caught something else; he kept telling me to go out and have fun. Not to stay home all cooped up. He told me to go to the club and let my hair down. What was he telling me or trying to tell me? Was he telling me to go to bed with other men? No way, NO FUCKING WAY!!!I sat. For the second time in as many weeks I was walking home. When I got to the park, I saw the bathroom which made me do unspeakable things. As much as I wanted to avoid it, it seemed to call to me. What where the chances that, there would be a hard long fat dick waiting for me? I bet it was sheer coincidence that it happened last time. I do not know if I was curious or moreover if I had made this situation happen again, but I found myself walking into the stall once again. Timidly I looked into. I waited to not need his touch, not need him. The relief didn’t come.“You want this,” he repeated, and I nodded. “Now say it.”“Yes,” I breathed.He took a step towards me until his body once more fitting to mine, but his hands remained by his side. “Yes what?”“Yes I want this.” The words were barely audible, but they were still out there.His hands slid over my body once more, lighter this time, but the contact was still enough to make me shudder. “What do you want, Laine?” he asked“I want you to. We each pitch in a hundred dollars and we reserve a non governmental building or room so that no one can say we are abusing taxpayer trusts. However, this particular year, we had a new Director who wanted to utilize the facilities we had in an effort to save us a little money because we have a very nice training facility on the grounds that are only used about a half dozen times per year. It was donated to the Department by a Widow of a slain Officer some time prior. Now the unique part about.