It was now Tuesday evening, and you were in a cab heading down 9th Avenue. The address was a basement on West 13st St, just a couple of blocks away. T...is was not a part of New York you had visited much, and given the areas history you had felt a little nervous, but now it appeared bustling and busy, with plenty of well dressed people on the street. Having paid off the cab, you approached the doorway, took a deep breath, and rang the bell. For a few moments nothing appeared to happen. Then you. “Then there times when I sat on a girlfriends face and had my photo taken by her man, and in some cases her lady.“Why not take some photos on your phone as a momento?” “While we are in the bath, how about a golden shower? We can drain the bath and I can kneel over you while you lay down.As the bath is draining I feel excited at what this lady from London with a wonderful plummy accent has in store for me.“We make a good couple,” she smiles at me as she kneels over me and straddles my body with. " And that was that, we said nothing more about Jerry.For being one of my best friends, I hadn't been into Derek's house very often. Therefore it was a bit of a surprise when I realised that the house had been completely redecorated, not that it mattered to me; my house was still in the same paint and carpets that it was when we had moved in, over 5 years ago. Derek led me straight through the empty sitting room and kitchen, showed me where the bathooms were and motioned for me to go and sit. The shower ran hot and I let it sting my skin and wash away my sadness. Dried, I put her PJs in the bathroom and slipped on a pair of silk pyjama shorts and the jacket with short sleeves that I knew she loved. I must have dropped off. The weight of her on the bed roused me and I turned to face her. ‘Bloody hell. I turn my back for two minutes and you’re asleep, lazy cow.’ Her jacket was open, her breasts exposed and she pulled my head to them. ‘Sleeping in the middle of the day is so very old.