Right now, what would you really like me to do to you? What would make you the happiest? Like if it's getting you turned on, what would you like me to...do that gets you turned on the most?" That got a reaction that I did not expect.She flipped around to face me. "What is this, twenty questions --" No, no, no. I really want to know --" You're a guy. Guys know." I thought I saw traces of tears in her eyes."Laura, I really don't know if you'd just like me to hold you and rub your back, or run my. From there our conversation moved to discussing our respective countries. It was evident that he easily understood the nuances of our two cultures. I warmed to his polite and friendly demeanor and before long we both were laughing and joking like two old friends over a cup of tea. ‘Tomorrow evening you should dress in our style,’ he suggested. ‘You will be better received if you follow our customs.’ His helpful hint was most welcome. ‘I want to respect your traditions. Is there a shop where I. “Nervous?” I inquired. “I’m petrified, Ben. Will you give me a kiss before I start to shiver,” she said leaning over the shifter. “Better yet,” I said, “why don’t we go on in and relax for awhile.” “Ben, what I really want is for you to give me a kiss, take me into the house and make love with me. I’ve been waiting for a long time and I don’t want to be disappointed again. Will you do that for me?” she asked with a look of determination on her face that there was no way that I could. As she went through the door, the receptionist at the reception desk stood and greeted her. “Are you Susan Dougherty?” she asked. Susan nodded her response. “Mr. Fleming, made your appointment and told us to expect you.” she politely told Susan, “Would you follow me?” She led Susan to a small treatment room, and told her to make herself comfortable, and that someone would be right with her. It took only a few moments and a technician joined Susan in the small room, thankfully it was another.