As our faces brushed together a frisson ran through us and I heard her small intake of breath as tenderly we brought our lips together..."Hey, guys, i... this a private party or can anyone join?"A precious moment shattered beyond recall, we spun round to see Connie, wearing nothing but a broad grin and holding up a large bottle of wine. "The girls told me you'd come out here and I thought you might fancy a drink," she said."Connie —" began Fran reproachfully."Oh, sorry, am I interrupting. It was a quilt her aunt made for her a few years back. It was thick and oh, so warm and comfortable. She was listening to her favorite Jimmy Reed album and imagining Jimmy was talking to her when he sang 'but I'm a natural born lover, yea I'm a real good lover'. She imagined Jimmy as a big man with big strong hands, someone who could hold her and keep her warm and safe at night. She began to roll around on the blanket, flush with excitement. She held the blanket close to her, folding it over. I don't do it for gratitude. I don't do it for any kind of reward." Then why?" Because I can. It's as simple as that. I believe in doing what you can to help. I can, so I do. That's all. I don't want publicity. I certainly don't want fame. I learned very early on that the only thing I can get from doing this that is of any value to me at all is the knowledge that I did what I could. So save the thanks. I don't want to seem rude, but you don't need to thank me for doing what I must do if I'm. There is nothing wrong, we cant die with sex hunger. But who will have a relation with me and started to change topic about me. She asked what type of girls did you enjoy. I told i enjoyed only prostitutes till date. They only give there body, so i told i did not like that so stooped going to them from long time. She told why cant you have a girl friend.i told i have shy feeling in talking to girls. She laughed and told you are talking to me about all these thing and say you are a shy.