It was frigid, the very air itself almost hurt to breathe, fingers of ice tearing at his throat and lungs. Even in Osha’s arms, there was ice mattin... the fur of his suit, his breath turning to crystals as he exhaled. His limbs were stiff, and he couldn’t feel his fingers or toes.Perhaps this was folly, and it would have been better to take Zagza’s advice and stay at the longhouse. Life there was surely preferable to death in the snow, but he had to try for the outpost. Not only for his sake,. As the train pulled out of Newbury I closed my eyes again and remembered the other woman.The only other sexual experience I had with a woman before going to university was with a complete stranger who picked me up in a cinema when I was about 16. She was in her late 30's I would say and it was a true one night stand. She approached me in the toilet half way through a long film, I guess she had followed me there.She asked if I were with anyone (knowing that I wasn't!) and said she felt awkward. She reached down and grabbed my cock and said oh my god it’s huge. Just then I slipped my finger in her cunt and she was soaked. She unzipped my trousers and couldn'’t get my cock out because it was so hard. Then she tried to undo my belt and was having a hard time. Afraid to let her go for fear she would change her mind I kept my finger in her cunt, my month on her nipple and my free hand unblocked my belt and the top button my on trousers. She slid her hand in my underwear and was playing. Then, suddenly, she ran away crying. Great! This was going just great. All my instincts told me to put the plates down and leave, but I did only half of that. I did put the plates down on a side table just inside the doorway; but then I closed the door and followed the woman. She was sitting at her kitchen table with her head buried in her hands, crying. I took a long look at her; then I looked at her daughter, who shrugged her shoulders helplessly. I walked to the woman and put my hand gently.