"Secretly he felt quite hurt. He realized that he'd counted on the old intimacy but it was gone. He had Maddy during the daytime but her nights belong...d to Vic. Once the training started he began to scold her for her night time activities."You're losing sleep, f-f-fooling around with your fiance too much," he complained. "How can I bring you to top form when you dissipate my work each night?"She merely gave him a cool, infuriating smile. "Look at my daily records. At this point in my training. I love the way that,without the foreskin, the glans is always exposed. I love thebubblegum-pink, acorn-shaped tip. I love the silky smooth skin of theshaft. I love the wrinkled, satiny flesh of the scrotum and the egg-shape balls within. I love a flaccid cock. Soft and limp, it seemsvulnerable and needy. I love the power I have to make this spongy,drooping, wilted stalk of manhood thicken and swell and rise to standupright against my man's pubes. I love to stroke and rub and tease andpinch and. “I can drive the station wagon to help you move during the day, rather than driving up after work.”“Thanks. I had planned to leave by 8:30am, if that’s OK. I’ll be back from saying ‘goodbye’ to Jocelyn by then.”“It’s fine. This is even earlier than last year, though.”“They changed the schedule, and orientation is today and tomorrow for Freshmen. We get the whole week of Thanksgiving, and we’re done on December 17th. School starts again after that on January 10th.”“Are you home for dinner. I’m not in the best shape right now either, so I’m sorry I got worked up. But earlier this morning, I realized—”Mairead looked up at me when I stopped.“I guess I realized that just like you said, she’s not coming back,” I finished, feeling unexpectedly hollow. “Not like she was before, anyway.”She let out a long breath and closed her eyes.Abruptly I rose from my chair, figuring that the point of this conversation had long been lost. Way too much talking... “I should probably get back, since.