When we got home, we both found letterswith a cheque for ?2550 each waiting at home for the rights to our gameand so both felt very rich. We both felt...we owed Marcus ?100 each for hisloading screen which he accepted happily.We now had to think of our futures, our aim for college and maybeuniversity beyond that. We both wanted advanced coding and computerprogramming courses as well as advanced mathematics and were looking for acollege that offered this. We had our chunk of money and had. “He had a bigger cock than Brian.”“Yup,” Christine responded. “And it used to drive Brian crazy – but in a kind of good way. Mandy tells me you feel the same.”My hand shook as it held the phone to my ear. Christine had always been one to speak her mind, and her tone had now taken on an air of almost flirtatious teasing. My cock hardened further inside my cage. The sheer lascivious surreal eroticism of the conversation flirted with subspace.“Mandy tells you right,” I replied. “My hottest fantasy. When you are inside the whirlwind, you cannot see anything outside of it. Taking breakfast in the dining room of the Randolf, I sat quietly looking out of the windows across Beaumont Street at the forecourt and pillars of the Ashmolean Museum. Inside those walls were contained age and wisdom and provided a fitting sober backdrop for discussions involving plans and practicalities.Katie finally spoke of some of the intricate details of her life. How her mother had cancer, that her father could. She, too, will just glance at you and won’t ask you to sit down beside her. And, if at all, in all your ignorance, you sit down beside her, then many things will happen. She will look at you as if you have done a great offence. Other people in the bus will crane their neck to look at you as if suddenly you have grown horns. And if the woman is one of those feminist, man-haters, she might just slap you and call you a sex-crazy idiot. And the conductor might even direct the driver to take the bus.