As I set my glass down on the bar the woman asked, "So what brings you into the Cosmopolitan tonight?" I turned to her. "I'm sorry, you're a beautiful...woman. I'm flattered that your even willing to acknowledge my existence, but I've had an awful week. I really don't have the energy to hook up with someone tonight." "Now that's a question provoking statement if I've ever heard one." "It wasn't meant to be, it's just the truth." "Tonight I'm not trying to hook up with anyone either. I've had a. "Oh yeah," I moaned, getting into it now."Slide your knickers off," he instructed, my hand rolled them down my slim thighs and off over my feet."Now spread those long legs wide," he whispered, "now run your finger's over your slit, how does that feel?" Mmm," I moaned, totally lost in the fires that were burning below."Push two fingers into your dripping pussy," he said."Oh my," I sighed as I complied, "that feels so good"."Come for me," he whispered, "push them in harder and come." His quiet. ”“Molding and trim?”“That, too.”“Plumbing? Or maybe even a room addition? I need a new bathroom in the guesthouse. No one wants to use a communal bathroom.”“I might be able to manage that. Depends on how complicated it is. It’s within the realm of possibility, but I’d definitely want to contract the foundation, if it was an add-on.”“That’s most of what I need done. I can’t believe it, Danny. I was hoping you could do some of that, but I need ceilings scraped and painted and I thought that would. ‘Why did you really leave?’ he asked. I took a deep breath searching for the right words. At one time we had been the best of friends, the greatest of lovers, and also the worst of enemies. The love I felt for him was just a pure and hot as the anger and hurt that he had provoked within me. Anger, hurt, and love that eventually drove me away. ‘I had to,’ I croaked out in reply. My explanation was the absolute truth. There were too many nights alone. Too many unanswered calls. Too many days.