The mechanics were jostling to sit closet to me. Imagine it, six good cocks and one rather mature slit. I never went back to the office that afternoon...but headed straight to my flat. I wasn't drunk, just a little tipsy.I had a sandwich of ham and pickle before going to sleep in my armchair. I woke about 6 pm which would have been about an hour before the storm arrived. I felt like I hadn't had quite enough.There was an almost full bottle of sherry leftover from Christmas in the cupboard. One. She was lady who was sober and she was about 32.She had a glowing face and was very eager to meet me. She told me everything about her family background and how lonely she feels at home and how her husband is cheating on her and she just looked towards me for support and compassion. I comforted her as she had tear drops in her eyes. I tried my best to calm her down and soon she was calm and listening to me. At around seven o clock she told me that she needs to rush back home. I stopped an auto. I expected as much. "But we'll do something tomorrow, OK?"She smiled. "I'll call you," she said.I picked up some condoms and a couple bottles of scotch on the way back to the hotel. In my room, I poured myself a big, thumping drink, but fatigue overwhelmed me before I got a chance to finish it. I fell into a deep, child-like sleep.The next day I skipped out on the convention and met her at the city park. I knew my boss would notice my absence and I would catch hell, but it had been a long time. So, as granny Ella lowered her full weight across her lap and she put her hand on her bare bottom and started to rub in circles, she glared at the back of her head and demanded, “Did you forget to write yourself a note again, granny Ella?”Ella grimaced as she heard the question. She replied, looking at the floor, “I am so sorry, Miss Becky. I had got into the habit of writing myself a note each evening telling me what I was supposed to do the following day. I did write down that I was going.