Upon her confession to me that she had actually come while reading my writings, she made a request for me to enjoy the same sensations as I thought of...her. The power of her suggestion, and the sense that she was greatly aroused thinking of me, satisfaction, struck me as very giving and caring. Misty was indeed sensitive and extremely desirable, the kind of companion I wanted in my life. Suggestions of her desire to share oral pleasures with me. Pleased me as my thoughts turned to her once. ”“Hey, Riley,” I said before she hung up. “Go home. Battlestar Galactica is on tonight.”“Thanks, Dag,” she said. “Love you too.” And then she disconnected.Damn.Shortly thereafter, Angel emerged and came to sit beside me. She brought a welcome bottle of sparkling water with her.“Simon Says you don’t drink,” she said handing it to me. I wasn’t sure if that was just a statement or an instruction.“I usually avoid it,” I said noncommittally.“Simon Says you are the best there is.” Simon Says. What. Beckys eyes got so big and she leaned to me and whispered "I want to do that to you, but I'm not that good and I can't take it all like she can." I looked up and smiled and said "It's okay. I don't think many can do what she can do. I was enjoying it when you were underwater and was doing that to me." (Many girls can deep throat if they practice, so I knew if Becky really tried, she could eventually deep throat too) Becky and I had stopped and were watching Kelly and every time Kelly would. I was going to need the boys' help to lug furniture around, which would mean it would have to be during their Christmas break from school. December 27, I decided, would be my moving day."It would work best for me if I could move in on the twenty-seventh," I said. "Would that be okay with you?" I'll see you then," she said.Christmas with the boys was drearier than it had been last year. Because I was going to be moving, I didn't set up a tree, and I didn't cook dinner because I didn't want to.