He was happy with their life.George woke to the smell of coffee. Natalia was busily cleaning up the room. She was naked. George smiled. She was defini...ely getting more comfortable with herself.“Morning babe. Sorry I crashed on you last night. My bad. Did you take care of that boner after I went to sleep?” asked Natalia as she handed him a cup of coffee.“Nope. I was tired too so just went to sleep,” responded George.“While you were having your beauty sleep I transferred the video to the laptop. I had sought to escape from the pain of the past, locking myself away behind my defences. To some extent this had succeeded since I had kept people at bay, but what of the future? The nurse committed to her profession going on year after year in self-sufficient physical and emotional isolation? Was that for me? One day waking up to see the first grey hairs, then the wrinkles, the creak of arthritic joints, and the retirement farewell when people say how devoted and skilful you have been in your. I loved it. Just loved it. It all made sense, or something. It was easy for me to see the connections, like it's easy for my brother, JT, to read football plays." "A real prodigy, hmm?" She shook her head. "No, not really. I mean, I caught on quick, and could even repeat a few things by ear, but I had lessons. My grandmother paid for them. They were my birthday and Christmas presents for a while." She looked up, her lips quirked in a half-smile. "Would you believe that I actually offered to. A few men, most of them older than me, were already in and looking at me. I payed the fee, and walked around between the two cruising parts, looking at the videos or at the men.Only one took my attention. I thought he was 40 years old, nice looking even in the darkness of the area, jerking his nice cock, looking at a video screen, standing in the door of a cabin, so that nobody can enter into it and anybody can clearly see him and his cock. I was quite attracted by him and I thought I would.